Zeratul put both his hands on his knees, but didn't stretch his back out this time. Instead he looked more like a hunched gargoyle, or rather, more like himself.

Whether he liked it or not, he was forced off of the path of the Khala here. Even with another Khalai in the city they'd been denied access to it, and not for the first time, he pitied their dependence on it. "I have never known the Khala, or what it might be like to be severed from its path. In that, I cannot help you. But beyond that, I am yours."