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"[color=#e3ed74]Yeah, it's fine,[/color]" Gütta mumbled at the voice standing behind him, nodding approvingly with the appraisal already given. He was leaning back in his seat, with the two front legs propped off the ground; only when he threw his head back, looking over his shoulders and toward this voice, did he see its owner, who looked much too large and foreboding. "[color=#e3ed74]Say; I guess you're our doctor?[/color]" He tried not to sound shocked, but the Nord undoubtedly dwarfed him, and if he had half a fighter's brain, could probably beat him into the ground without breaking a sweat, too, Gütta knew. He sat forward, and turned around properly, inspecting the surgeon and his mismatched body. The mercenary should have expected a more scholarly, mousey man, but then, he was grateful enough that he hadn't needed to meet the company surgeon yet at all. In that regard the surprise was a pleasant one.

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