"Gods damn it! Why didn't I think of that!" Wys wanted to exclaim out loud. Perhaps because he didn't have the time, or the fact that he had a hundred-fifty pound man on his shoulder. Regardless, too late to do anything about that now. Wait, something stolen? The token that Perdar gave him. That was quick work there; and that threw another realization at Wystern's brain. He quickly checked the bag on his shoulder only to find another ration gone. "And that is why you never ever let your guard down here, boy," Wys heard Jacob say in his head. That sarcastic narrating tone that always haunted him after a screw up. Wystern sighed and looked up in the sky in a quick prayer, perhaps seeking a quick divination, maybe some guidance. Not receiving any immediately, he looked back down with a very tired and slightly annoyed look on his face. Now, here's a new character, that doctor. Doctor Petrecious? That sounds promising. Doctors are a rare sight. Most of the time it's just healer Konti that are forced into brothels, and so they will help and heal anyone who pays for an audience, among other things. Wys saw one personally, many years ago. A knife wound to the lung, not even a scar remained. It was for a brief moment, but he would never forget that face. And then it was gone, Wys was in the hideout, Rogue was standing there, scolding him for the mistakes. It all seemed like a bad dream until Wys learned about the healers of Syliras, and then everything made sense. But the "talking to the dead" part just kind of scared him, ever since he learned of a certain goddess of death. "Daggers and Death? Sounds lovely, can't wait to kill every last one of them," Wys quietly mumbled to himself while taking a drink. Then, he was called a newcomer. Suspicious? Suspicious? Really? Not born here? Foreign? Well, perhaps the last one might be a little true, Wys likely lost the accent. But to call him a rookie in such a nice, snide, and an almost innocent way, that was a bit fun to hear. At least something has gone right today; sort of. Wys reached for the coin purse and drew five mizas and lay them on the table in front of Thomous. Soon after, he dropped the facade on his face, the sturdy look became prevalent, and his jaws tightened. He looked like a different man from the one a few seconds ago. "Now tell me, Thomous, what do you know about our good Doctor? And that's also for my lodging for tonight. Oh and one more thing, what would you know about a certain lady that goes by Sadin? |