Klaus sits in his laboratory, gloves pattering the table as he thinks of his Elven friend.
"What a curious individual. He's like me, but denies it. Even though I departed, I hope to see him sometime soon... away from The Beast's grasp."
He shifts from the table, clutching his arm as he walks over to the alchemical furnace, depositing fuel and igniting the flames. Fire reminded him of the Owynists purified by flame, and Khaine's philosophy.
"To be purified from the Beast is to embrace health." He rasps as he added various liquids into the cannisters attached to the alchemical furnace, watching the fluids slowly drain and become gas, only to return as a combined fluid; a needed change for something new and improved.
"The wielders were not the only disease there." The new fluid found itself in a third cannister -- a fine orange, much like the center of a flame. It is the great purifier, a powerful task, and blessed fuel. The needed medicine. He gathered vials and attached them to the spigot connected to the canister.
"In truth, it was all a disease. I wore all that gear to protect myself from the plague carriers. Twisted vermin that spread the infection." Vials filled themselves with each actioning of the spigot. "The longer he stayed there, the more he had a chance of being corrupted. I hope he came to his senses, or some act of divine miracle will have him depart and clear his mind."
"In the future perhaps, you will find the infection purged." Inverting each vial, he took a few moments for them to settle. He took one, and uncorked the supplement. It was a matter of seconds for him to down the medicine, with bits of the fluid dripping from his teeth and falling to the floor.
"But that is a tale for another time. Only the future will tell."