This kid kinda creepy

The strange comings and goings, the weird weather, the world around him shaking... Vendrick feels like he's losing his mind. Stir crazy. He's stir crazy, caught up in the Castle. Sure, there are sick wolves to be tending, but most days he's more of a hindrance than a help. Being a patient for so long doesn't translate to being able to treat anyone. Shooing himself out of the infirmary and heading north, he'll make himself useful.

Herbs. He's gone after herbs. Grumbling to himself as he moves through the Willows, curious as he does. Nose to the ground as he searches for lady slipper. With so many coming down with the worm-related sickness, Vendrick figures something to help with the tremors would be useful. That, and this place is pretty. Too pretty for its own good.

Speaking of too pretty for its own good. She catches his gaze for a moment, though his head remains low to the ground. He's looking for plants not company. Solitude becomes him, and oh-- shit she's already talking. Pretty, but the mouth on her though... Vendrick steps out from around the tree. "I'm ogling the plants, actually." His words come with a slow suffering sigh, though he allows his gaze to skate over her. Eyes narrowing, ears flickering back. The man's head remains low, and he drips tension as he watches her.

"Vendrick Carpathius"