For all that the Karashok had his attention focused on those standing before him he was not the type to let his guard down, let alone ignore his surroundings. It was that awareness that let him easily pinpoint the two headed his way through the bustling crowd. The two Wardens coming towards him meant one of two things to the Qunari warrior, either he could not be trusted to play messenger or something had happened. Still realizing they were there had little to do with acknowledging their presence beside him.
He stood unmoving as the Warden’s at his side quickly laid out the plan that the group had come up with. The Karashok’s teeth ground together at the mention of his mage left in the care of the human Warden. The man was not to be trusted with such a task. Looking over and guarding the other was his duty… not that— Should something occur the man’s head would be his.
His earlier irritation had rapidly returned from whence it had been hiding and easily doubled. Using every ounce of his fraying control the only outward sign of his foul mood to escape was the slight twitching of his right hand. There was a part of him that was unsure what would happen if he could not maintain his control. Would he simply form a fist or reach for Kadan, would he lash out or not. The very real possibility that he might harm his companions was enough for him to push down his mounting anger. This control would not last but it was enough for the moment. It had to be enough.
Not so long ago such control had come to him as easily as breathing but now maintaining it was harder than he had ever imagined possible. He who had once been known for his vast amount of patience now seemed to be fighting against a never ending rage. And he was losing, soon to be consumed. It was… terrifying.
"I am sorry, we decided this without your consent. You may decline if you feel it necessary."
Snorting in disbelief the Qunari pushed aside his own concerns for the moment and moved. It was as if a statue had come to life, movement awkward, stilted, and eerily inhuman. Head tilting and body twisting about he finally turned to gaze down at the elves. On his other side he heard the eldest shield warrior speak up. The man was making a sensible request but the Karashok did not, could not, move his gaze from the two before him. Clicking his tongue against his teeth he snorted once more and then he too spoke, voice deceptively soft, “Could I?”
Shaking his head he glanced away, eyes landing on his other companions, finally processing the knight’s request. Ideas jumped to the fore of his mind but… this one was not the leader, the call was not his to make. Besides this presented the perfect opportunity to judge those he was sent to aid. “What say you Wardens? A rendezvous point, a signal… what do you suggest?”