[he is so confused about how they got here. Rincewind tries to retrace his mental steps, but eventually he's left scratching his head and going "No, no idea where it went wrong, but we've just fallen off the map completely here".
It's awkward, of course.
He fidgets.
A senior wizard might have already clutched at their chest from a heart attack (or clutched at it anyway in order to fake one) from all this talk of compromising. Rincewind has a little more experience than the senior faculty, thankfully, but damned if his face isn't already dangerously close to the shade of his hair.]
Right, um. [Will won't push the subject with him if he asks the man not to, he's sure. ...Pretty sure. But admittedly, Rincewind is a little curious about one point in particular.]
You... did say something about diseases, just then?
[Rincewind is (against his will) a worldly man; he knows sailors pick up things, and they get it from somewhere, and the herbalists of Ankh-Morpork tend to specialize in anti-itch creams for a reason.
no subject
It's awkward, of course.
He fidgets.
A senior wizard might have already clutched at their chest from a heart attack (or clutched at it anyway in order to fake one) from all this talk of compromising. Rincewind has a little more experience than the senior faculty, thankfully, but damned if his face isn't already dangerously close to the shade of his hair.]
Right, um. [Will won't push the subject with him if he asks the man not to, he's sure. ...Pretty sure. But admittedly, Rincewind is a little curious about one point in particular.]
You... did say something about diseases, just then?
[Rincewind is (against his will) a worldly man; he knows sailors pick up things, and they get it from somewhere, and the herbalists of Ankh-Morpork tend to specialize in anti-itch creams for a reason.
But this is a new world. A new wide, scary world.
What if what they have here is even worse?]