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[shall_yield_us]

The same substance, in a tea spoon's fill is cure, in excess is... hmmm. Poison.

Well, Paracelsus be bless-damned, I shouldn't want more than a bite of you nomad tribes any-the-how. Unless you bring and maybe sing news, or blood offerings, or prayers.

But mostly news. Come, come, parasites. I'll take your news.


[ ooc: nothing past AS vol. 18, please ;; ]

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[guardiansinner]

Of course...they would still need doctors. [A turn back towards Rosiel.] Especially with him around.

Do you eat often at this place you're taking me to? I wouldn't know what to order on the menu. I could always try something new, though. But a recommendation would help.

[bedsidemanners]

Rosiel hasn't done much beyond burning his curtains, lately. If he has no one's told me.

Oh, I can only really recommend the croissants and cinnamon rolls. I don't get out [of bed] as often as I'd like.

[guardiansinner]

[She's a little relieved to hear that, but she doesn't grace it with any comment, still irritated Rosiel is there and Raphael's trapped in this place with him.]

Croissants sound good, but you should get out more. Why haven't you?

[bedsidemanners]

[Sara would be more irritated if she knew Raphael never did anything but occasionally threaten him.]

Oh, work keeps me busy, I suppose. People usually end up falling into the fountain when they first arrive here.

[guardiansinner]

That's not a fun welcome. Are they just clumsy?