Brother Vernasus wakes up from a fevered dream, laying in a pool of his own sweat. He attempts to get up out of bed, only to freeze in place, as the cloth sheet draped over his body has now become agonizingly uncomfortable. He swiftly rips the sheet off his naked flesh and jumps to his feet, letting out an enormously loud roar as the skin underfoot floods with the sensation of intense pain the moment it touches the hardwood floor of his bedchambers.<br/><br/>"WHAT IN ALL OF THE HELLS?"<br/><br/>His entire body is covered in an ugly red rash, and even the dry air of his bedchambers itself, seems to torment his skin upon contact.<br/><br/>He quickly searches for fresh vestments, shuddering at the thought of his orange robes brushing against his now insanely sensitive skin. His search is completely fruitless however, and he jerks open his door and storms off into the lobby completely naked, shooting each and every guard he passes with a venomous, hate filled look as the sheer pain utterly overrides any sense of embarrassment he should feel.