[While he has only a vague idea of what biodegradable means, Carlisle is so charmed by how proud Qubit is of his accomplishment that the cleric can't help but nod in approval, as if to say, 'Yes yes, that is impressive.' His eyes trail over the various canisters and devices one more time, and though he appreciates the demonstration of how to use said devices, he's not eager to try them for himself. He'll stick to his own methods.]

I'll admit I'm relieved I still have my hair. Far greyer than it once was, but I'm in better shape — relatively speaking, of course — than most aberrations.

[Case in point: the reindire, complete with the dreadful filth of decay.]

It took quite a bit of work to get it like this when I was alive. That it stands this way almost naturally now is no doubt thanks to what magic preserves me. A rare blessing of this form, I suppose.