"Fires!" Mahzan shouted, stopping in his tracks and rounding on Binhadi. "I do not a give a damn about my potential! When this mess you have made of us comes to an end, my only plan is to return to my post as the King's Jester." He turned jerkily back around and resumed walking.
Binhadi said nothing, only lifted his eyes to the sky and resumed his own walking.
Cemal sighed and fell into step alongside Binhadi. "So if this Oath can wake mind reading in Mahzan, what could it theoretically do for me? The ability to turn my life force into shapes is not terribly impressive, though it has its uses." Not as many as people thought, since his projections literally were made from his own life force, which drained him quickly, but for a man who traveled frequently, it could be useful in a number of small ways.
Mahzan looked over his shoulder briefly, and replied before Binhadi could speak. "They say a man who can shape his energies can, with sufficient power and will, alter his own shape."