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[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu seems to be putting together a pair of packs. One is already full, containing glass jars of coloured sand (Cloth fixing materials, for those in the know), a hammer and a chisel. The other he is stocking with bandages, a liquid that may or may not be alcoholic, and other first-aid goodies. This pack is very large.

Mu, for what it's worth, has his hair piled into a bun on top of his head, and is wearing neither his cloth nor his normal clothing, but rather something that resembles them, but a fair deal longer. Eventually. he sits back on his heels and sighs.]

Would that this were enough.

Comments

[mercwamouth]

How many you got?

[lamb_of_gold]

Seventy, give or take a few.

[mercwamouth]

...You taking care of all of them?

[lamb_of_gold]

Very likely. Healing is not an easy art to learn.

[mercwamouth]

How'd you get stuck with it?

[lamb_of_gold]

My master taught me when I was very young.

[mercwamouth]

Well sure, but why you? Did he just say, "Well, someone's gotta do it"?

[lamb_of_gold]

Aptitude as well as the power to back it up. Most saints of my caliber can heal to a limited extent.

[mercwamouth]

So your stuck as support because you're better?

[lamb_of_gold]

That's one reason, the other being that I do not have my cloth at the moment.

[mercwamouth]

Your wha?

[lamb_of_gold]

My armour. Have you not seen it?

[mercwamouth]

...Maybe?

[lamb_of_gold]

It is gold.

[mercwamouth]

I...think...so?

[lamb_of_gold]

When I have another opportunity, I will bring it.

[mercwamouth]

That's pretty optimistic for someone who's about to go and try to kick the lord of the underworld in the junk.

[lamb_of_gold]

(i lol'd)

[He has to chuckle a bit at that.] What do we have, if not the hope of our success?

[mercwamouth]

Shiny armor?

[lamb_of_gold]

On which our hopes partially ride.

[mercwamouth]

Fair enough.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Chuckles and continues packing]