This may sound odd, but may I... wash your feet, Sester Genessa?
You know what… I will accept your offer.
I've prepared a milk bath.
No thank you, brether.
I'm good.
May I wash your feet, Sester Genessa?
You know what… I will accept your offer.
No thank you, brether.
I'm good.
You wish for another bath?
You wish for another bath?
Forgive me, I am unworthy, but...
May I... wash your feet? Harbinger?
Wait... will you allow me this honor?
I've prepared a milk bath.
(groans) These toes... how could they betray me?
This thief you wear.
He could have used more baths.
Might have helped his… condition.
Ah, I remember bowing at these feet once.
He said I was not worthy.
Now who’s the worthy one?
Such strange protrusions.
Like thorns.
I wash carefully. Don’t worry.
Vermillion skin.
Very supple, but strong.
He hails from Mammon, doesn’t he?
Such feet might give a man impure thoughts.
But not me, of course.
I've polished his greaves, Harbinger.
They were caked in blood.
Our enemies, no doubt.
You're too kind.
The rumors about your demeanor... are quite unfounded.
Thank you, Vratko.
It's... nice. Actually.
You honor me, Harbinger.
The one who came before you was not so kind.
He's dead now... I hope.
You honor me, Harbinger.
These are strong toes.
They would not fail us... not like the others.
Very clean now.
I even got in between your toes.
I see you enjoy it too.
Perhaps you’ll wash my feet next?
I joke.
This is my sacred duty.
They say the Mether’s Milk once flowed through Fainweald.
It nourished all.
Until it turned to Gloom.
This… is merely sheep’s milk.
Thank you, Vratko.
You're too kind.
Forgive me, but I must abstain.
This brute does not deserve a bath.
(groans) Careful.
(grunts in pain)
(grunts) Why would you do this?
Please, have mercy.
