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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. ]

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[septim]

Anders, the other mage. He's good at healing.

[theguideless]

Anders. [Anders. Anders Anders. willing himself to remember it.] Alright.

[septim]

He lives in Flat № 205.

[theguideless]

Uh-? [a beat.

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.

[septim]

[ Martin knows the younger Martin too well. That's exactly what he expected. ] I'm sorry I couldn't help you.

Good luck.

[theguideless]

[a faltering sound, caught between coming and going.

then a fretful pause.]

No, but...[hrnhhhHHH.] But you helped. Just now.

So.

[septim]

I did, but not as well as I should.