Set Al-Sayyid
Changeling Fighter/Hexblade
AC: 17 HP: 36/36 [44]
PP: 11 PIv: 12 PIs: 9
Conditions: Iumenta Pox (-8 max hp); 3rd level Aid for 8 hours (Mal, +10 max hp)
Concentration: Detect Magic

In the Foothills of Mount Beldrin

Eyes widening in surprise as Ignacius rushes to Selissa's aid, Set reaches out a hand too late, wincing as Evergreen turns on him, teeth-bared. Set moves like sand through an hourglass, slow and steady as he offers a hand up to Thrice-Blessed if the gnome is willing to accept it.

"This one's...bigger. I think."

"What is?" Set asks, quietly prodding Selissa further. He raises an arm, gesturing around them without turning his attention away. "How did it do all this?" Set's vision blurs with a flash of Sythpen's smiling face and empty eyes, but the image disappears an instant later. "Why do they smile?" he asks, looking down at the mummer at his feet. Sisi stares back at him, but only for a moment. A young man lies there instead, smiling up at him with both eyes still intact. Had he been strong-willed enough to resist the urge to claw his own eyes out, or had his arms been ripped off before he could make the attempt? Set spares a moment to kneel down and close the young man's eyes, but the eyelids are a shredded mess and there's nothing to close. Biting the inside of his cheek, Set stands back up and focuses on the others, avoiding the mummer's gaze.