Brother Vernasus tore the sheet off his body, and looked Master Wolfram in the eye.<br/><br/>"WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM... ARE YOU SERIOUS?"<br/>"HAVE YOU LOST THE USE OF YOUR EYES, OR ARE YOU AWARE OF WHAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOU?"<br/><br/>Vernasus grunts in anger, keeping his eyes locked with wolframs the entire time. He takes a moment to try and collect himself, sighing deeply.<br/><br/>"My... my skin is on fire. I awoke like this, with nary so much as a handkerchief to hide my shame. I suppose we can both take a guess who's responsible for this..."