Vargath Hubrecht
Half-Orc Rune Knight Fighter
AC: 19 HP: 32/38
PP: 12 PIv: 12 PIs: 10
Conditions: Infected (Lycanthropy), Quirk (Fungophobia), -2 INT
Concentrating: --

Vargath peers into the moonlit lake, the black water below betraying little beyond the surface. His skin was crawling. Maybe the host would offer them a bath and some other cleaning services. He was in dire need of them. Despite the night's darkness he considers plunging himself into the lake to fully wash off the spores, but he had no idea what was lurking beneath the gently lapping lakewater. All manner of creature, big and small. Perhaps even worse than the stench that still clung to him. It...wouldn't hurt to ask at least. "Set and I aren't in a state to meet a noble host," he volunteers to Dr. Fixer. They were the most obviously unpleasant, but it wasn't like Selissa and Birel had a chance to clean up either beforehand. "Despite the hour, will we be able to clean up before meeting the Lady?" Part of him didn't want to impose, if it meant incurring a debt, but he needed rid of the revulsion that covered him.

He was, as such, quite eager and ready to go. They'd come this far, a short boatride was hardly going to stop him now.