[ ah. he can't say he's unhappy to be rid of the emitter's disguise, but he winces when vanadi turns it off all the same. he refuses to make eye contact today, opting instead to look down at his hands. at least they look familiar again. ]

You know, it's funny-- in Sharn, the undead aren't considered proper citizens. Apparently the right to be protected under any laws ends when you die, though you can fucking bet they're still going to hold you accountable for anything you do despite that. [ marduk shifts to one side, his hand finding the hilt of his sword and resting on it. his shoulders relax a little with that, though he still doesn't look up. ] I lived through ten years of that shit. By now, I'd like to think I'm pretty good at avoiding death.