[Cuthbert's tone is cold and dry, a stark contrast to his usual jovial intonations. Nothing can flip the switch in him like Broadcloak. Or whatever the hell name he's going by, Bert can't keep track of them. He only knows the wizard has many names, and is apparently the only wizard in his entire world. At least from what Roland's said.]
[It's fog time, changes coming in, so Bert is currently seven and a half feet tall and sporting a monstrous void mouth from which dozens upon dozens upon dozens of six inch fangs burst forth in all directions. Including right through the skin of his cheeks and lips. He's eerily gaunt, skin grayed and dead looking, and his single red eye seems to gleam. Not an ideal state in which to run into the wizard, all things considered, but at least he looks frightening.]
[He does rather wish his teeth weren't so blood stained. Even if the blood had come out of a bucket and not anyone alive.]
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[Cuthbert's tone is cold and dry, a stark contrast to his usual jovial intonations. Nothing can flip the switch in him like Broadcloak. Or whatever the hell name he's going by, Bert can't keep track of them. He only knows the wizard has many names, and is apparently the only wizard in his entire world. At least from what Roland's said.]
[It's fog time, changes coming in, so Bert is currently seven and a half feet tall and sporting a monstrous void mouth from which dozens upon dozens upon dozens of six inch fangs burst forth in all directions. Including right through the skin of his cheeks and lips. He's eerily gaunt, skin grayed and dead looking, and his single red eye seems to gleam. Not an ideal state in which to run into the wizard, all things considered, but at least he looks frightening.]
[He does rather wish his teeth weren't so blood stained. Even if the blood had come out of a bucket and not anyone alive.]
There's no guess in my mind as to what you are.