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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]

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

[septim]

Thank you.