Lines
Very supple, but strong.
I even got in between your toes.
Until it turned to Gloom.
Vermillion skin.
Such strange protrusions.
This… is merely sheep’s milk.
You're too kind.
He's dead now... I hope.
Our enemies, no doubt.
Perhaps you’ll wash my feet next?
Might have helped his… condition.
I joke.
I wash carefully. Don’t worry.
They say the Mether’s Milk once flowed through Fainweald.
The one who came before you was not so kind.
These are strong toes.
I see you enjoy it too.
This is my sacred duty.
Now who’s the worthy one?
He hails from Mammon, doesn’t he?
Thank you, Vratko.
It's... nice. Actually.
Very clean now.
But not me, of course.
They would not fail us... not like the others.
They were caked in blood.
He said I was not worthy.
He could have used more baths.
I've polished his greaves, Harbinger.
It nourished all.
You honor me, Harbinger.
Such feet might give a man impure thoughts.
Ah, I remember bowing at these feet once.
Like thorns.
This thief you wear.
The rumors about your demeanor... are quite unfounded.