[ Probably for the best since it's not exactly anything he's eager to talk about, though he knows it's going to weigh on him; he returned to this world pretty beat up after all.

Sliding his hands into his pockets, he stands there next to the bed. ]

Man, that's gotta suck for you.

[ Not having his swords, he means, and he might just smile a little sympathetically at that. ]

What do you plan to do in the meantime for that? You still have a place to stay?

[ A pause, he sighs. ]

I know things are pretty bad for a lot of us right now... shops getting vandalized and people getting thrown out of their apartments. The Arehtei aren't really talking to us either so I heard.

[ He hums a bit, looking to the floor. ]

I'm going to try and contact Thras... make sure he's ok. I'd like to think we're close enough that he won't rebuff me, but... guess we'll see.