A mob marches to their feet

Perplexed.

Imonde for the first time in his life was completely baffled by this man in front of him, why wouldn't his aggressive response be met with violence? His defenses instantly dropped, his head tilting in the opposite direction as his perplexed facial expressions soon relaxed into a mask of indifference. He sauntered casually to the other male, how interesting!

Another sweep of confusion flashed across Imonde's face as he regards the other male like some alien creature from another world. "We are con-fus-ed, why do you lie down?" The warlord peers down at Sverige, blinking rapidly before he also flops himself ungracefully onto the ground, his head coming to rest on his paws.


"Speech"
'thoughts'