Virgyl’s emerald eyes peered cautiously down the left path while his mouth twisted into an expression of quite clear distaste. He dismissed the option of going that way with a wave of his left arm and looked down the right path, now with an expression of… well, distaste, but still quite obvious decisiveness.

“I don’t much care for people, but I suppose it’s a moderately more attractive option opposed to having my robes soiled by vile fluids and the like”, he said as he clutched his left lower arm with his right hand. With that, he turned to look at the remainder of the party, even though he felt quite confident in that there was no other alternative here.