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[h3][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5265402]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception[/url][/h3]
Though a snarky comment such as the one the big man had just uttered, sarcastically suggesting to say “please” when asking for something, might have annoyed others or filled them with indignation, all it served to do with Torquil was to fill him with regret and resentment for the condition he found himself in. He had excluded the word “please” specifically because he had predicted that it would be hard for him to say intelligibly, and he had wanted this particular message to be conveyed as quickly and clearly as possible given how important it had seemed.
His jaw clenched in frustration at this, ironically making it even more visibly obvious that the right hinge of his jaw was not where it was supposed to be. How had he managed to live any kind of normal life before this, not being able to speak properly? Though in hindsight, maybe that could explain the obscure sense of loneliness he felt whenever he tried to remember his time before today, before he became a Hunter; that he actually had not been able to live a normal life, but had secluded himself somehow to avoid exposing his disability? Though with his memories the way they were, all he could ultimately do was guess.

Nevertheless the big man turned his attention to the little creatures' message. Torquil had no idea what to call him besides “the big man” since he had yet to introduce himself, though to be fair, no one had introduced themselves since the awakening of these last two Hunters. Torquil kept hoping that Victor or Arcturus, who could speak normally, would take the initiative and share his name, too, but so far they had not.
Over where he had crouched down, Torquil noticed that Victor had retrieved something from the debris over there: a sturdy, reinforced-looking box of somewhat ornate design, maybe a little under a meter long (2' 7”) and some thirty centimeters wide (one foot). Victor set it down next to him while he kept searching the debris around him. It did not seem that he had realized that the big man and Torquil were doing anything yet.

A moment later the big man finished reading the note and did exactly the thing Torquil had hoped to the gods he would not do: asked him a question. Gritting his teeth in frustration, finding it humiliating to have to communicate like an imbecile like this, he nodded toward Adelicia across the room and said, very slowly and with great effort to pronounce the word in a way that would be understandable:
“Saint.”
He wanted to convey more, like how Victor earlier had offered them Adelicia's blood and had left that offer open, but he wanted to keep it brief both for the sake of him not inevitably managing to mess up his speech again, and for them to keep the exchange subtle enough that Victor did not notice.