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]

Difficult. We're running out of supplies. Getting more patients than we can accommodate.

[boughtabookstore]

Has the Initiative offered any help as to supplies?

[septim]

They're running out too. I'm prioritizing magical methods over mundane methods, if possible.

[boughtabookstore]

If there's something I can do, please let me know.

[septim]

I will. Thank you for your concern.

[boughtabookstore]

Of course.

How is John holding up?

[septim]

As well as he can.

[boughtabookstore]

I feel no reassurance about either of yours' conditions.

[septim]

I'll rest when I'm able.

[boughtabookstore]

You can't help anyone if you collapse from exhaustion.

[septim]

And I can't help people if they die before I can care for them.

I'll be fine. I've lived through worse.

[boughtabookstore]

It's a dilemma, certainly.

How many of your patients are coming close to death? And why can't you send them to the Hold's clinic?

[septim]

Not many, thankfully. Because many don't trust the Initiative.