[Center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181217/bd413ca589b84e921c495b3fbc015e80.png[/img][/Center][hr]Irvine didn´t like Roman. From the beginning of their gathering he had begun to see glimmers of contempt and judgement forming within the mans tired eyes, and he didn´t like it one bit. His art was a misunderstood one, with dozens of critics ready to leap at him like street animals the second another body would go missing. He could already imagine the multitudes of pairs of eyes within the room turning on him at the mention of an unsettling medic being stuck with them, pointing, glaring, [i]judging[/i]. His paranoid thoughts were bested by delusion as they always were, however. He reasoned that just because they were unable to appreciate the human form like him didn´t mean that they would be unable to develop some sort of relationship working together. Except Mendirr, perhaps. 

In his past Irvine had worked as a healer for hire, often clashing with his party members over his reluctance to use healing magic rooted in what they perceived as insanity. Mendirr´s confident demeanor had sparked an alertness from Irvine, as he was a stark contrast to the medic´s blatant insecurities. He brushed the feeling off for now.

[color=89d154]"Does this mean I´m cleared of you and the district´s suspicion?"[/color] he asked, in a manner perhaps more bitter than intended. He put people back together again, not the opposite, for the sake of the gods! Yet every time another would go missing he could feel the tension between him and the rest of the town rise. 

[color=89d154]"Also..."[/color] he said, ponderously, [color=89d154]"What are this Brax fellow´s whereabouts?"[/color]