Vytheril's feet came to a gradual halt when he heard the words of another figure in the room. Just before he'd managed to step out into the center, he opted to gently back pedal to one of the marble pillars around the corner. His gloved hands moving across to cup into each other as his back turned to face the opposite direction and his eyes wandering back over towards the wooden door once again. He kept quietly to himself as the pair conversed, opting to patiently wait for however long it maybe.<br/><br/>Kai was an unusual man from Vytheril's observations. He reminded him of what he once was twenty years ago, which seemed perfectly natural for someone with a youthful appearance and was also strong. He'd lost most of his strength through the previous wars and age taking its toll, but he still had some strength still clinging to him regardless. He listened as they chimed between one another, leaving him to clamp his eyelids shut and delve into a different thought.