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[b][color=DCDCDC]"The proof is not in the ale"[/color][/b][/center]

A blank stare crossed Leonard's face as the woman completely misunderstood what he was asking, to such an extent that a homophone was taken completely off the hook. Taking a moment to [url=https://i.gyazo.com/1f13864eb64b627ec4539b11a5c223fe.png]remove his face mask[/url], Leonard clarifies his statement to the pink-haired woman. [color=DCDCDC][b]"Um...T-To tell the truth, I wasn't asking how good it was. I-I was more...more asking how much concentrated, pure ethanol is in your beverage."[/b][/color] 

Though, now that he thought about it, the drink did smell delicious, the ale's gloamy color seemingly calling to him. Shaking his head, he scratches the side of his unburnt cheek. [color=DCDCDC][i]"I-I shouldn't...Someone needs me somewhere around here."[/i][/color] he reminded himself as he turned back to the fish-man. [color=DCDCDC][b]"Um...w-where is this person that needs a doctor? I-I have my equipment with me..."[/b][/color] he said, still appearing rather nervous as he set the mug back down on the table the woman had it on. Lifting the left side of his cloak, he showed Abel that, lined in the various makeshift pouches and pockets that lined the inner-cloak were syringes, scalpels, medicine bottles, packets of various herbal mixtures, and even what appeared to be a jar filled with...something moving.[color=DCDCDC] [b]"It's not...not much, but I'll do what I can."[/b][/color]