[Henry may not know Maketh well, but he knows enough about her to get the point. She's focused and her actions have a purpose driving them. An uninhabited house, a request for armed help made specifically of him. Under the looming shadow of the wendigo plague there is an obvious conclusion he draws.
If she sought rescue, she would have communicated openly to reach as many as possible. If she sought comfort, she would have contacted someone else. She wants someone she knows can kill; someone she thinks will not flinch from killing her.
It is true that if he were the one transforming into a monster, then he would rather die while a portion of his humanity remained. It is also true that he has dispensed this form of mercy before.
He cannot fault her judgement in those respects.
After receiving her text and agreeing to go to her, Henry takes the time to armour himself fully, with his sword at his hip and his shield on his arm. But that is not all. He has no idea of her state, nor the danger she and perhaps other victims present. Though he prays he has no need for it, the precaution of fire is necessary according to what he has heard. So he makes up a torch to light and carry. He fills an empty waterskin with scavenged alcohol that he does not trust enough to drink, and hangs it from the handle on the inside of his shield, in case the worst does happen and a burning torch is not enough on its own.
If Maketh's death is necessary, he will do his utmost to make it clean. That is all he can promise.
There is of course the matter of Hope's cure that she has apparently discarded. Why is what he needs to uncover before all else, on the chance that she may still be saved.
He will do right by her, on his honour as a knight.]
[Henry enters the building Maketh specified with his shield ready to defend and a lit torch in his sword hand, his focus honed in a manner he normally reserves for battle. He is determined to see this to an end.]
Maketh?
[He calls, surveying the room he steps into for any sign of life.]
20th;
If she sought rescue, she would have communicated openly to reach as many as possible. If she sought comfort, she would have contacted someone else. She wants someone she knows can kill; someone she thinks will not flinch from killing her.
It is true that if he were the one transforming into a monster, then he would rather die while a portion of his humanity remained. It is also true that he has dispensed this form of mercy before.
He cannot fault her judgement in those respects.
After receiving her text and agreeing to go to her, Henry takes the time to armour himself fully, with his sword at his hip and his shield on his arm. But that is not all. He has no idea of her state, nor the danger she and perhaps other victims present. Though he prays he has no need for it, the precaution of fire is necessary according to what he has heard. So he makes up a torch to light and carry. He fills an empty waterskin with scavenged alcohol that he does not trust enough to drink, and hangs it from the handle on the inside of his shield, in case the worst does happen and a burning torch is not enough on its own.
If Maketh's death is necessary, he will do his utmost to make it clean. That is all he can promise.
There is of course the matter of Hope's cure that she has apparently discarded. Why is what he needs to uncover before all else, on the chance that she may still be saved.
He will do right by her, on his honour as a knight.]
[Henry enters the building Maketh specified with his shield ready to defend and a lit torch in his sword hand, his focus honed in a manner he normally reserves for battle. He is determined to see this to an end.]
Maketh?
[He calls, surveying the room he steps into for any sign of life.]