[ Xenk's opinion of his curse waxes and wanes -- he is where he is thanks to it, but it brands him as something inhuman, and something that can possibly be controlled by those with nercomantic magics. While his Oath to Tyr keeps him guarded from the worst of it, the Ghoul Moon had not been kind to him, and had only reminded him of how dangerous his curse can truly be.

He had not lost control, but what if he had? Would he have sacrificed his friends, in support of a monster who is not even here? It's an uncertainty that troubles him, and certainly moreso now that he has those he loves. ]

Thank you. [ Xenk squeezes back. ] I know you do not judge me for my curse, and for that I am quite grateful. Yet I do not know who I would be, had I not been cursed so. It is a great conflict within me. I often find myself concerned over the danger I might pose, were another Ghoul Moon to take place.

[ All that nonsense with the tablet really messed him up, in other words. But he pulls out the coin and examines it, turning it over in his palm. ]

Do you know how it works?