Albel eyed Orha, aware of where the other man's gaze lingered and trying not to show how self-conscious it made him. His expression darkened and he glared. "What?" he snapped before remembering that it wasn't as though Orha could even answer in a way he could understand.
He shook his head and gestured around them with his stick. "Where are you going?" he asked, spacing the words out carefully. Maybe in time, they'd pick up enough of each other's languages to at least be able to communicate a little.
Not that Albel intended to be stuck here that long.