voice | un: karma

[torpour]

My name is Nehan-- I'm researching how medicine works here, and how to merge it with the methods I'm used to. If my research goes well, for instance, I will be able to act as a doctor and pharmacist, among other roles found here.

To that end, I'm requesting samples of blood from fellow Sleepers. I understand it can be quite personal, so whoever does not want to do that need not respond. Those who do, so I can perform the phlebotomy myself, and can privately send you my address, and answer questions you may have.

Whoever wants to help but doesn't want a needle in their arm, I still have a job for you, if anyone is interested.

[very straight to the point, almost unwelcomingly so. but at least people know what they're getting into if they decide to deal with him?]

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[unsheathedfromreality]

I have other business, but I do not sleep, and I am often enough in Lumenwood to trade blood and incense. Ache, as well, for ingredients. [He finishes wiping ash out of the burner bowl and stows it in his bag, followed by the folded tripod.]

I do not know I can be reliable as every day, but every three will not tax my schedule. Do you have lists of what you need?

[torpour]

A shame. [that's what he says instead. he does want items early in the morning, and a person who doesn't sleep would be an ideal courier... but once every three days? no, that wont do.

he's not jumping into this sort of arrangement when he knows he can find a better one, he just needs to find the right person.

then he shakes his head.]

I need goods delivered every day to ensure their freshness. I cant use you as a courier.

[unsheathedfromreality]

Ah, pity. [But if schedules don't work, they don't work.

He shoulders his bag.] Should my circumstances change before you do find a permanent courier, I will inform you.

[But it's unlikely he'd be having less disruptive Hunter work in the near future.] Your supply of nonperishables is sound? If so, I will leave you with an open-ended debt.

[torpour]

I'm fine. [nehan waves his hand despite the man being blind, an action more out of habit than anything.]

Come, I'll walk you to the door, then you can go to work, and think about how you can pay me back.

[unsheathedfromreality]

[He can't help it--a smirk tugs up one corner of his mouth at that dismissal, even as he makes to fall in beside the erune.

There's certainly one thing he can immediately think of but no sane living creature would want it.]

Very well.

[torpour]

[nehan raises an eyebrow, but doesn't bother to voice the question he wants to ask. he instead just pulls the door open.]

I'll call on you if I need you. Work calls, as you're my first darkblood to work on.

[unsheathedfromreality]

I will expect it, [he replies, stepping out the door.] May your studies be fruitful.

[And with that, he's off.]