Roy kept the magical trinket in his pack, he was sure that the enchantment was supposed to make the user be somewhat more resilient to something. Until he could confirm the strange magics that was in play, he would use the golden necklace sparingly and with caution. As he was about to stand up, his vision blurs and he feels the world go to disarray before falling to his knees. He looks to down to a shaking hand, sweat dripping down his face and ears ringing, to see his skin go significantly paler as black veins seem to slowly creep up his hand. [color=orange] 'No...n-not now. Not in the open...'[/color] Roy thought to himself before his mind was drowned in incoherent and chaotic thoughts. He had known that his affliction can act out at times, but never this severe. Maybe it was the smell of the spilled blood? The unnecessarily brutal acts of violence he had done? or maybe it was simply nothing and the curse was just slowly eroding his sense of reality? 

In the chaos that is his thoughts, there was one clear and coherent thought, he needed a safe place to wade out the side effects of the curse. In his dazed and confused state, he manages to stand up and begin wandering the outskirts of Norn. Looking for something that even closely resembled a safe haven.