Brother Vernasus goes quiet, his face melting into a look of submission as his angered breathing begins to slow in the face of such contained composure.<br/><br/>"....Very well, Master Wolfram. I shall go off and have this mysterious ailment looked at. But so help me, with the beesiah as my witness... when I find that little robed fool of a monk, I will not be held responsible for my actions."<br/><br/>With that, Vernasus picks up the cloth sheet, hastily wrapping it around his body in order to cover as much of his dignity as still remains, before marching off in the direction of the hospice. His anger returns all too suddenly though, as he finds the hospice empty, save for the old knight resting his wounds.<br/><br/>"Where... is.... Devlin?" Vernasus asks through gritted teeth, desperately attempting to contain his rage.