Here it was again, the time of which Verchiel would venture out from his home to socialize...not that it was a bad thing mind you. However, as per usual this was no ordinary social call. He had some work to do and that work involved a certain Hraapea named Alasdair. While Verchiel was no doctor, he had come to know the physiology of Hraapea rather well and thought it best to take it upon himself to check on all wards sent out to ensure that their health was where it needed to be. So here he was no, standing outside of the home of one Eldrick Lawerence unannounced as per usual. With a flick of his wrist, he knocked on the door a few times before pausing to wait for an answer.

While he waited, he took to looking around at the outer condition of the home. It was not that he was looking for something to sneer at or to judge Eldrick for, but to at least have a clue as to what might have caused a health decline in the ward within if there was evidence of a health decline. Thus far, he saw no evidence of this.