You'd been sure that the Tadpole had liberated you of your lycanthropy affliction completely for the time being and as such you'd neglected to mention it to your companion. You'd yet to have any of the regular aches and pains that you found yourself usually afflicted with as the full moon crept closer. Thought tonight, the night of the full moon, you'd found yourself waking in the middle of the night to the pains seemingly on repeat as your bones resituated and your muscles began fighting into newer shapes albeit slowly but still at a pace that required your immediate action. There wasn't time to stumble far off into the woods and trust that you wouldn't come sprinting back to the camp and try to tear out your companions throats after changing.

Your current plans involved stumbling to Halsin and asking him to simply hold you down till the night was over and hope that he was able to keep you from hurting anyone. Your other plan was to go to Shadowheart and have her use a spell of monster holding and hope that it would work on you when the lycanthropic shift occured. Though your brisk steps were halted by a hand on your shoulder as the Waterdavian sorcerer interrupted you "You're running around like the campsite has caught flame, mind me asking what the issue seems to be?" Your mind raced and you were almost certain he knew some kind of holding spell as well so you caved with no other option that wouldn't lead to more questions. After quickly explaining your predicament and feeling the tendons in your legs begin to ache and stretch, you watched his expression drop from one of good natured conversation to bubbling apprehension as he seemed to take a cautious step back to think things over before speaking "How long do we have before you turn into a blood thirsty, oversized dog and try to kill us?" His expression dropped further and he seemed to realize he'd spoken aloud and quickly corrected himself "Apologies. How long do we have before your, shall we say condition, flares up and we have a threat?"