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Bodyguard duty wasn't something that Malik minded, so much as some of the other things Valentius had him assigned to in the past. Sure, his surrogate father figure always made sure that he was stationed where he was needed most, a necromancer was an expertise that didn't tend to have much loyalty about them, so one with loyalty? Rare indeed. But the day had him shifted into a black house cat, sitting on the edge of the Archon's chair, bright green eyes looking over every single person coming in for audience with the typical disinterest associated with cats.

He was there as a last body between some outside thread and the Archon -- other Eyes would be sacrificed first, before Malik's skills as both mage and fighter would be required. A precaution, of course, but it made sense to put him in the position, he could wild shape close enough to the Archon's cat Percy, that no one seemed to notice. And no one second guessed a cat being around the Archon, not in this city.

But when the day was done, and Malik had hopped down from where he had spent the day, heading to the floor and changing back to his normal appearance, cracking his neck as he knelt down to one knee momentarily and then stood back up. That one merchant needs a good swift kick to the arse, Sir.