You entered the dungeons in search of the newest friend Carmilla had brought with her from her trip. The man was completely dry and starving, with no water and a mouldy piece of bread with a few bites out of it.

Yikes.

He curled up, covering himself in an attempt to protect his dignity, though too weak to do much else. The only tell-tale sign of his noticing you was the way his eyes flickered up when you walked in.