[Oh thank God, it's Akhilendra. Sorry, Len, he's still going to make use of your body because there is a war on and not doing anything would be admitting a defeat that he knows already happened. But it's still a relief!]

You are likely correct. My men are mercenaries, kept in line by access to the combat medicine that I was giving them. You will find a vial of it in my desk. Drink some, but use the reserve of power you feel slowly.

[Or start having withdrawal symptoms.]

They may decide to kill you and find the store for themselves if they realize that you're in control of my body. I frequently go on patrol in the afternoons with some time away. You shouldn't be bothered if you do. The forests are largely safe. Safer than the keep, at least.

My elemental will likely not be of assistance, but also won't give you away. He is stationed at a nearby cave.