Kamar again listened, still seemingly intent on cleaning his fingernails with the knife. He dug a bit of dried blood from beneath his index finger, blowing on the knife to send it drifting to the floor. His head still hurt from the impact of the wall when the battlemage had captured him, and he knew he needed to get some sleep soon, but he also felt he needed to ask a few more questions.
Kamar noticed the little glance from Chrishton after mentioning the elf, but continued with what he was doing, not pausing even in the slightest.
When it was clear the big man was done, Kamar shot a quick glance over, then shook his head in dismay, a small smile on his face.
"It's hard to believe that even the City Guard around these parts are stupid enough to leave explosives in a room where they keep prisoners." He shook his head again, picking at a piece of dirt stuck deep under his thumbnail. "You don't know who the others are, I suppose?" he asked, then shrugged away his own question. "I'm sure you would have mentioned anyways. I just like to know who the others..." he paused, as if searching for proper wording, "... who else may operate on the wrong side of the law." He smiled self-deprecatingly at Chrishton from his seat.
"As I'm sure you've figured out, that's where I often operate from. I call it business dealings, but often people get hurt in those dealings. I'm always looking for good men, and women, who can help me in my business." He shot another sidelong glance at Chrishton. "Not that that's a proposition, mind. Yet, at any rate."
He paused for a moment, frowning in concentration as he finally dug the dirt out from under his thumbnail.
With a small sigh of relief, he dropped his feet from the desk and turned to Chrishton as the knife vanished back underneath his cloak. He rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands in front of himself. Looking nearly as tired as he felt, he watched the big man applying the salve on his various wounds.
He winced, reminded of similar looking wounds on himself. He had used a similar salve after that, and now those wounds were barely scars. He knew that within a couple days, even with only one application of the salve, Chris's own wounds would be healed enough to no longer pain him.
Kamar took a breath, still watching Chrishton. It was obvious that he was curious about something, and only trying to find the moment to ask the question. He allowed himself to be this transparent, secure in thinking that Chrishton would only take it as real curiousity instead of a calculated question.
"What brings a shape-changing man into a magic-hating place such as Thar Shaddin, anyways? Had I not had urgent business here, I wouldn't be here myself..."