Albel thought for a second he'd been dismissed, but then it occurred to him that Orha must want him to follow. He picked up his stick and hurried after him, moving to walk beside the taller man.
He walked in a tense silence, unable to communicate through words, and unable to communicate through gestures without risking braining someone with his stick.
"I hate this place," he muttered, figuring that his intent would probably be obvious from the tone of his voice.