Usually, the Dignitary doesn’t pay much mind to things like “bad feelings”, it’s superstitious nonsense with no bearing on the real world.
However, he was currently making an effort to to care about another individual for the second time in his entire life. It was sort of awful, but then again the first time hadn't started out well either, so he figured that was par for the course.
“If something’s wrong you just need to tell me so we can get on with things.” He says, putting the transport device into his inventory. Looking around from where he’s standing in the doorway things seem... off. Not the same as the last time he was here. Like there’s an imbalance in the air.
“Hello?”