The first thing out of Dojima's mouth, upon appearing in the palace, was a long, frustrated sigh.

"... Well, wearing this was pointless."

His pants- and legs for that matter- were replaced with a shark's tail, but his shirt was still on... and soaked through. Grumbling to himself, he quickly pulled it off, and tossed it to the side. No point wearing as soggy piece of clothing that was just going to get in his way especially if a fight broke out. Fortunately, it seemed his sword had retained it's normal form and was still at his side in it's scabbard.

"...So, I'm going to go scout around and see what the area looks like. I'd like to take someone with me to make sure we have back up in case something decides to be aggressive."

He may be the type to take charge, but he wasn't foolhardy about it for the most part.

"I'd heavily recommend if anyone else decides to go anywhere here to pair up to keep safe."

He was trying to be diplomatic about it instead of full on authoritative, if only because he got the impression that would backfire for a few of their... acquaintances.