Video ♦ 006

[septim]

[ For the briefest moment, an exhausted looking Martin sports a wide, red-and-black gash on his cheek. It's just your imagination, however—in seconds, a shimmering yellow-tinged light washes over his face, closing the wound until only dried blood is left. ] I'm sorry I haven't properly welcomed those of you who have just arrived. My name is Martin Septim, and together with Doctor John Watson, I run the transport clinic. Please, if you must travel around and outside the Hold, be careful. The natives are not happy with us, we're running out of medical supplies, and I don't have any magicka potions.

Thank you for your time. [ In a hurry, Martin cuts off the feed. ]

Comments

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[septim]

At this point, I will take Pounce as a healer.

That would be great, Anders. I feel like I'm about to throw up.

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[birdhousesoul]

Right, I'll do housecalls. Or ... dark-alley-calls.

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[septim]

[ A tired smile. ] Thank you, Anders. I owe you.

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[birdhousesoul]

You can repay me by eating something and getting some sleep. Don't make me come over there and spoon oatmeal into you.

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[septim]

I'll try. [ NOPE, OATS ONLY IF THEY'RE FLAVORED, LIVING THE LIFE THANKS TO THE ADVENT OF SPICES. ] That's...alright.

[birdhousesoul]

[And he will do just that, Martin. Note the threatening choice of cereal. Oats =/= wheat.]

[septim]

[ Oats are still healthier than the COOKIES FOR BREAKFAST cereal he almost lost his soul to. Cereal shouldn't be THAT tasty! ]