[u][b]Nettle[/b][/u]

Down in the herbology club the door swung open as Nettle entered. She was wheeling a gurney covered in a white sheet obscuring a humanoid form in. Along with her strode her summon, The Green Knight. With one hand it rested it's axe upon it's shoulder and in the other it carried a small pot. Within the pot grew what appeared to be something that resembled a pale glass rose. It was only the slightest bit translucent and caught the light at the tips of it's petals with a radiant sparkle.

"Greetings." She announced her arrival, drawing the eyes of a fair few who were present. Accompanying her presence was the soft waft of sickly sweet death in the air. Whatever lied beneath the sheet on her gurney was evidently deceased. She spared little time, leaving the gurney in the middle of the club room and moving to retrieve her rose from her knight. Taking the delicate flora she sat it on the center table for others to observe. She already knew a fair bit about it despite having only discovered it recently.

While she attended the rose the knight stood by, standing at attention but in a fairly idle manner so that it did not come across as threatening. The gurney simply remained where it was, the body upon it still unmoving as it's decay continued to filter out from beneath the cover.