Euon, who was still shaking after the encounter with the bugbears and then with the giants, blinked at Oren's warm reception. "Your offer of a letter of introduction is gratefully accepted, Master Yogilvy. Thank you. It isn't often someone makes such an offer." Euon started to shake Oren's hand but then retracted his own hand at the last second. It wouldn't do to touch Oren and infect him with greyscale. And, though he knew he was wrong for it, Euon feared the reaction of his newfound colleagues if they discovered his disease. He'd been a pariah for long months, living on the fringe. It felt good, better than good, to be included and part of something bigger than his own cares, and he didn't wish to risk discovery by letting the others see his scaly diseased wrist and forearm.
When Lhiang offered Davaros the pendant, Euon stood to the side and watched the exchange. Lhiang and her obvious arcane skill made Euon nervous, but he was simultaneously drawn to her for the way the abby residents--and now the paladin, too--accepted her. Was magic not feared everywhere in the world the way it was at home? Euon's head began to pound. He did not understand, so he was quiet and watched.
