Kugath stirs his bubbling cauldron of plague and watches as several bubbles pop at the surface, chuckling softly at their sizzling acidic like effects.

“How delightful…”

He purred to himself in relation to the progress he’s making for the next pox he is adamant on brewing. However…he notices someone approaching and his smile grows, leaning forward to get a better look at the stranger.

“And who might you be little mortal?”