Tank raises his arm and calls out to his companions, before hustling to them. After a quick count, Tank says, "There are one less than there should be, and one of you is different." Here Tank points at the new cleric.
"Well, that is not as bad as I feared. Let us know if we can be of assistance in any way. We need to figure a way to get you...fixed up...eventually."I am sure you all are curious. I am not . . . free of my affliction. It will be an inconvieniance, but not as great a burden as I had feared."
If the group is willing to wait, Tank gathers his things and dresses and arms himself.
"Well, we met with the merchant running the bazaar, a drow named Umraecyl. He seems a decent fellow, but he does have a few rules, the main one being "No violence." That kind of thing can get someone thrown out."So, what have you been up to, and what have you got planned for today?"
Am I forgetting anything?"
"There is another bidder around, in the caves set aside for persons of...unusual physiology. Lyrial got him banned from the auction as well, so we were going to talk to him today and hear his story.
"Well, that is not as bad as I feared. Let us know if we can be of assistance in any way. We need to figure a way to get you...fixed up...eventually."
[sblock=overnight]We did tell Weel that we would better explain what happened to Tank once we had some privacy, which I figure would have been last night in our rooms. On the way here we encountered some wererats. And while Tank did most of the hacking and slashing, he did get bit. We neglected to make sure that no one was infected and Tank came down with a severe case of wererat-itis.[/sblock]