Vitaly was aware of Taras. He was one of those people that had been in the castle for so long, Vitaly didn't even ask why he was skulking about. Picking up a bin of meds, he handed it to the other. "If you don't be at least soft spoken, I knock out. You can spend night in infirmary with big boo boo. Sort, please. By name." He muttered as he went back to the shelves. "Is chaos in here. Absolutely annoying." The thick accent laced with irritation as he went back to the sorting he was now hell bent on finishing.
"Sort, by name, got it!" The merman gave a quick salute and began looking around for what he was meant to be sorting. What he wanted was to be useful so he didn't have to go back to the cells. "How'd it become so chaotic?" he asked, unable to just silently do his work. He wanted to know things.














