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[ For the briefest moment, an exhausted looking Martin sports a wide, red-and-black gash on his cheek. It's just your imagination, howeverβin 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. ]
Thank you for your time. [ In a hurry, Martin cuts off the feed. ]

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No, can't say I have. Did something happen?
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he makes a sound, quickly rushing to reply:] I, I don't know. He was...I mean, he sounded...[wincing:] Bad. I told him to go. Go and see you, you and John. To help.
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lengthier. he's grimacing, just realizing he's been disregarding Martin's own state in favor of...] I mean β if you want, I can...Ask. Him. [UH--] Anders?
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whoa, huh? he was totally ready to go wandering around, actively searching.
...this is much better!]
Oh. Than-thank you, I'll...I'll go right now. I promise.
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Good luck.
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then a fretful pause.]
No, but...[hrnhhhHHH.] But you helped. Just now.
So.
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