Reid manages a pale shadow of Grazys' lopsided grin.
Oh, sure. Takes long-dead beings into your body for powers. Makes a pact with a, well, a Scholar. Sees dead people. I can see how your life is one long stretch of tedium.
Considering the challenges ahead, Reid takes a moment and stuffs his armour into his pack as well. Slinging it onto his shoulders, he follows Grazys out.
We are going to try to contact Rico. Please, come with us, friends. If you sense the proximity of any of the disembodied spirits of guards, please let me know.