Felix seems a bit distracted while Harrow talks. He nods patiently enough, but internally he's impatient to get to the details he cares about. There isn't even a distasteful look at mention of the resurrected thrall. Gradually he's becoming aware that the feel of power around Harrowheart has a very definite source - a source he knows quite well indeed. When he turns his attention that way it's like meeting an unseen stare that's been on him all along. He couldn't sense their presence half so clearly before, could he? But of course he knows the feel of it now... wait, what did Harrowheart just say?

He frowns again- and then his smile turns a little frosty at that last question, his eyes narrowing for a second. Then he shrugs. "I was lucky enough to avoid catching his attention, but I had my own part to play. Orders to take care of the citizens. You know how it is."

He didn't have the strength to go charging into that battle. He's explained that before. On the field he'd only have given Khan a vital target. He's tired of explaining these things to people who don't understand and he's not in the mood to explain to Harrow that he couldn't shrug off such an assault the way some people can...

More-or-less, anyway. His eyes flick to the hilt at Harrow's back, then to the death knight. His voice is low as he changes the subject, troubled. "What do you mean, 'reforged'? Is the binding...? Has the pact held?"

He has to see. He has to know. He has... to be sure that his work has held up.