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[h3][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5265402]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic, reception[/url][/h3]
Torquil closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to control his emotions, though his reason for doing so surprised him. It was not that he was embarrassed by the distress or humiliation of not being able to communicate properly, even though he could form sentences just fine in his mind, but rather that he felt an unexpected and – he thought, as far as his limited retained memories allowed him to surmise – foreign sense of smoldering murderous rage building within him. [I]Something[/I] inside him was not how it used to be; though Torquil was fairly certain that the beast-man in the back room had been the first human, or human-adjacent, thing he had ever killed, this nebulous [i]something[/i] in him wanted him to attack and kill this man, too.
Luckily Torquil was (and assumed he had always been) a very patient person who was well-versed in showing restraint, so doing so was not all that difficult. It was still concerning, but at least it was controllable. Probably a consequence of becoming a Hunter.

“Don't remember,*” Torquil slurred, sighing to himself as he tried to carefully formulate himself in a way that could actually be expressed despite hims limited ability to speak. “Jaw... wrong. Long ago. Don't speak well.**”
Glancing over at Victor, who was apparently still rummaging through the rubble over there, albeit more hurriedly than before, Torquil decided that it was probably a good idea to change the topic to something potentially more productive. He halfway extended his right arm, using the hatchet in his right hand to point at the other message from the little men, over by the strange blue lantern.
“Read.”

[I](What Torquil actually sounded like:
*“Dohn 'member.”
**“Hiaw... ruhg. Lohg ahgo. Dohn speech well.”)[/I]