[Theying]

Well, it wasn't likely to work on bloodsuckers, Theying wasn't entirely certain that he would classify those things as undead. Them being closer to unlive than anything else. Still, if he was lucky there might just be some other less-than-living folk around so he could see how it works and go home.

Theying had an idea of where this Chateau was, but double checked to make sure. He didn't want to cause problems or anything, but establishing whether or not this worked was a very worthy endeavor indeed. He was ready for most forms of conflict, being armed with his regular weapontry and herbs. Still, the relatively short human hoped they wouldn't be necessary, if this worked he would be in and get out as quickly and discreetly as possible.

What was the point in waiting? Theying strode towards the accursed structure in his particular gait. There would be trials ahead, but no purpose would be served by attempting to avoid them.

This was a risk but it needed to be done. If the herbs proved effective then it could save lives and make money. What about it could not be worthy? After his defeats of the past the hope flooding him now was a refreshing change. A success here would balance his greatest failure as a herbalist and allow his to continue to grow in his chosen profession. A failure could spell his death, but so did getting out of bed every brightening.