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Wain smiled vaguely through his tar teeth, offense? Ha. No one could offend him, his very being offended him already. He strode beside the female, looming over her even in his hunched posture, his dark gown dragging across the floor.

[color=662d91][i]"No offense taken. I am Wain and -"[/i][/color] As Wain began he was speaking blandly with little emotion but suddenly his 'and' was hurried as he had to reach up and stop a chunk of rotten skin from falling off his face.[color=662d91][i] "Erm, and - and I am in a hurry." [/i][/color]He quickly pushed it back into place, slowing his pace in concentration. The female began to lead to far forward so he stumbled over himself to catch up with her. 

[color=662d91][i]"Do you know if, perhaps, the hospital has a supply of Narvri Berry?"[/i][/color] Wain quickened his pace, his chain boots clanging off the cobbled street as they walked, the berries were key. Without them the 'severe flaking' - as the voodoo doctor called it - would not stop.