Yashwi's thoughts collected themself as he stood there, waiting. It was intriguing to observe the politics in action, and the obvious charisma of his compatriot seemed to persuade others with great proficiency. That alone; however, was not the only focus of his interest, as he turned to the personable Kenna, to whom he felt an intriguing feeling toward. Peculiar, to see another mage treat him so, with some level of companionship rather than pitting against him and plotting his demise. At least, as far as his delving eyes could tell, which was quite far in many books. But if she were plotting his downfall, she was far better at hiding it than he would have guessed. The world around him gave him little time to continue his thoughts as he realized that the others in the room were beginning toward action, and as such was forced to move forward, following the affluent Paladin.
"They always like that, my friend? They appear to be in something of a hurry, I had thought they would stall a little bit longer, from what I've heard of the bureaucracy out here."
"... if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for Destruction Ice is also great
And would suffice."
- Robert Frost