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[i]”Used to have a doc livin’ and working here.”[/i] Clay casually throws the words out there. Not directly speaking to Lavender but also not, not, speaking to her either. His back was to her as he put a thick paste on some slim white bandages and continued to verbalise his thoughts.
[i]”Very odd fella but handy to have around. Set up a practice in his room, saw patients and treated people in this very tavern. Then.. Don’t rightly know what happened to him. Just suddenly wasn’t around anymore. Must of just up and left one day. No word, no trace. But that’s how things go around here.[/i]

Clay paused as he let out a sigh and slowly turned around. His eyes scanned that cold emotionless mask of hers. With a gentle nod of his head he gestured to the long strip of treated bandage that he held out, patiently awaiting her hand.

[i]”Maybe he caught something off one of his patients or more likely he simply had enough. Hard game, helping others all the time.”[/i] Clay flashes a brief curious smile.
[i]”He really could work miracles. Great man to be around when your dying, not so much when your sober.[/i]”