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[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

[discontented]

[ Clinic? Oh. Doctors! Mukhari was a doctor once. Wow, that guy looks so run down. Place must be busy these days. And there's only two of them? Well, obviously the right and noble thing for Mukhari to do now would be to offer up his doctory services and try to ease the workload.... ]

Whoa! Uh. Sorry. Could you point out where this clinic is for those of us not in the know? Or is that the same thing as the infirmary, 'cause I think we got one of those things too.

[ ...Or not. ]

[septim]

I forgot the most important thing, forgive me. [ So tired, so hungry, so everything. ] It's outside the Hold, [ address pending ]

[oops sorry should've said, this is all voice...]

[discontented]

Right, right. Cool. got it. Is it, uh, just the two of you in the clinic....?

( Voice )

[septim]

Aside from Initiative assistance, yes. Understaffed is an understatement.

[discontented]

Oh. Shit, sorry. [ awkward silence... ] Well, eh, uh, good luck with that! I appreciate your work, man.

[septim]

Thank you.