You, of course. You're... [ To put it harshly, Koltira seems miserable. Sure, Bariyan hasn't caught Koltira at a good time -- but there's a wrongness to this situation that goes beyond the inherent wrongness of him being a death knight. Something that speaks of a bigger problem.

Koltira had just spent days in frenzy, and when he'd come out of it, the only thing he had waiting for him was this empty building and a paladin with a bad habit of sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Nothing else. No one to contact, to reassure. No one looking for him. No one waiting for him.

There was Martin, Bariyan supposes, but Martin was just one other. And a dependent child, at that.

Bariyan turns to face Koltira. ]

Are you happy? --No. Don't answer that. That's not what I meant to ask. I mean... are you...

[ Bariyan runs his hands through his hair, struggles for words. ]

Are you all right?