Vargath Hubrecht
Half-Orc Rune Knight Fighter
AC: 19 HP: 32/49
PP: 13 PIv: 12 PIs: 10
Conditions: Infected (Lycanthropy)
Concentrating: --

He didn't bristle, exactly, at the half-mad newcomer that was kin to Set. Vargath has no aggressive disposition, remaining placcid of face and tone - but in his mind he sees the couple, so eager to 'protect' their village they risked life and limb, and received a permanent scar for their troubles. They had been lucky, even as he'd done his best to keep them out of harm's way. He did not relish the thought of repeating this in far more dire and exhausting circumstances, when the individual was not a stalwart defender puffed up with righteous belief, but instead a barely coherent prisoner as liable to break and run back as they seemed to be to charge forward - at least by his estimation. All in all, it seemed folly. It would put them at risk. It would put their job at risk.

And yet he voices none of these things, even as he carefully lists off in his mind every way it could go wrong, every fault with the idea. He says not a word, because to Set this seemed important, and if it were one of Vargath's people in that spot, he would do the same as Set. He has no right to judge aloud, certainly not while he too is close to a maddened frenzy. Instead, in a growling voice he accedes. "He is your kin and your responsibility." The double meaning behind the word does not escape Vargath, as he's sure it doesn't escape anyone else. "I have no objections." He gives a nod, not necessarily of approval, but at least acceptance. He would do well to look on the bright side, the silver lining, of another warm body in the fight against the undead - it was just the half-orc's thoughts were clouded with an thick fog of concern, through which only his own self-doubt pierced through to agree with Set's wish.