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[highhealplz]

[ There's a scruffy, friendly-lookin dude front and center here, sort of recognizable as the slightly older, longer-haired version that used to go around being stuffy and formal. This sheepish smile is pretty uncharacteristic of him from back then, though. ]

Hello! I'm Ashraf. I was here a while ago, co-director of the transport-run clinic? [ He offers a wave. ] So hello again to anyone that knew me. I'm sorry in advance if I don't remember you very well, it's been about fifty years on my end! [ says the guy who doesn't look a day over 20 ]

So, anyway— I figured this could be a long shot, but... does anyone have a way with clothing?

[ Here's where the sheepish smile makes a triumphant return. He pulls up a pair of beautifully embroidered robes, obviously expensive, but currently full of violent-looking rips, tears, and a bullet hole or two. There's also some bloodstains left over from attempts to wash them out. ]

I tried, I really did. At this point, I think it's going to take magic to set these straight. Or a whole new set, maybe. So, um... any takers? I could pay!

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[highhealplz]

[ ok he kind of has to laugh at that, sorry. And as he hasn't received a "no it's fine" yet, he'll just go ahead and cast it twice more. ]

[firstroar]

[again?]

W–[and again. jeez, Ashraf.] Wait, but... [wow, standing is definitely a thing he can do no problem now! but--] How can there be no cost to something that powerful? Doesn't it affect you at all?

[highhealplz]

Not anymore. [ cheerfully! ] Healing used to wear me out, but every priest gets over that in acolytehood.

[ a beat, while he reconsiders it, then amends: ]

Except for some. The ones that like to hit things. They never get very good at it.

[firstroar]

[that sounds too good to be true. Blue is still rather stunned.]

How can power like that exist...?

[highhealplz]

Because God wills it to. [ He offers a shrug: the best he can do. ] We don't question it, we just give thanks for it.