Roj looks down at his newly acquired leather-trimmed doublet. He had intended to wear it on his upcoming date; she hadn’t seen it before and he was certain she’d fancy it. And him wearing it. He smiled at the thought, then gave a resigned sigh. Although he usually reserved that day for dates, he knew he should help this Lhossagalos fellow instead. And if others heeded that call, they would certainly need his leadership to overcome the undead.