[Durge emerges from the bathroom upon being called, having spent the last few minutes scrubbing away the scent of sweat and bile for Vincent's benefit. His cabin is... less so, since there's still streaks of blood on his door, a great puddle drying on the ground, and more still leading right up to his cabin, marking his journey before he expired.
His cabin is otherwise clean. Despite being rather large, all it contains is a desk, small wardrobe, chest, and bed, and all signs of Bhaal have been scrubbed away, save for the gold and ruby monument on the headboard.]
I apologise for the mess. I haven't gotten around to cleaning it.
[Read: he's been too tired. And he doesn't mind it, in any case; it's nothing compared to the squalor of the temple. When he does get around to cleaning it, it'll be as a courtesy to any guests he might have.
He sits down at his desk, chair facing Vincent. Though he's cleaned himself up, he still looks worse for wear, pale and dishevelled, with prominent bags under his eyes.]
That looks appetising. [Granted, he's barely eaten since the fog rolled in, so everything looks appetizing right now.]
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His cabin is otherwise clean. Despite being rather large, all it contains is a desk, small wardrobe, chest, and bed, and all signs of Bhaal have been scrubbed away, save for the gold and ruby monument on the headboard.]
I apologise for the mess. I haven't gotten around to cleaning it.
[Read: he's been too tired. And he doesn't mind it, in any case; it's nothing compared to the squalor of the temple. When he does get around to cleaning it, it'll be as a courtesy to any guests he might have.
He sits down at his desk, chair facing Vincent. Though he's cleaned himself up, he still looks worse for wear, pale and dishevelled, with prominent bags under his eyes.]
That looks appetising. [Granted, he's barely eaten since the fog rolled in, so everything looks appetizing right now.]