Dressing like an idol with mask, cap, and sunglasses? Fashionable, but largely unhelpful with this amount of pollen assaulting his sinuses. But it at least hides his dripping nose and swollen eyes so he can preserve some dignity. (When he's not making very wet, very gross, very miserable sounds.)

Thorntrail isn't exactly the best spot to be, but it's where he's headed. The plan is to chug a potion, maybe pop some benadryl, and sleep it off. If he dies, he dies.

Except he can't see well enough to even know if he's going the right way. Soon, it doesn't matter because he's stopped by plowing into a roadblock named Merlin Pletcher. He tries to apologize, but it comes out as a wheeze and a hacking cough. "Sso-HUHAHUHHHH."