"Ah, nothing like an arcane stupor,"Judas stretches and yawns when his eyes catch the tattoos on his arms,"A bit invasive for my taste but the symbolism is overabudant. It appears our clothes have also been changed. This I do regret."
The bizarrely frail man struggles to his feet and nods to his fellow Pathfinders, his long white hair hanging weirdly over the otherworldly attire,"It sounds like a job for the 'Pathfinder Friends'!"
Judas' sarcasm is palpable as he looks around and finds a dislodged wagon wheel spoke,"This will do for now, I'd kill for a cane. Now then, off we go to save the day and such. I hope whoever they are that they don't die before we get there."
The hobbling mage moves as fast as he can towards the screaming, his face betraying only a hint of intense thought as a single bleached brow rises ever so slightly.
It appears we all have new body art. If I remember correctly mine are symbolic for...