>>6008859>"I run a potion business myself. Unregulated potionmaking has a pretty nasty side to it too, but we don't make anything made of people, nor illegal. So it's in my interests to make sure that law doesn't pass. I'm not going to go killing people -just- for being greedy assholes, but maybe I can help."<span class="mu-s">"The proposed law would only take off in Kassut if it goes ahead. I'm just worried that other towns would get ideas. It's the principle of the matter. Whatever you do; just be subtle about it."</span>
>"Damn, from who?"Whitewater lights a fresh cigarette
<span class="mu-s">"I don't know. Someone bombed my practice. I went to the police and made my suspicions clear. The next day someone bombed my house. Cops said they had no leads. Then they killed my horse, so... yeah. Guess I was next. Headed south and ran till I found a town in the mahala I could handle. It's just...between the work and the stress...I can't always deal. That's all."</span>
>"How are you feeling Jorn? The doctor could use a bed if you're feeling up for it. A good one too."Jorn does some little stretches.
<span class="mu-b">"Feeling pretty amazing, skip. Nothing a reuben sandwich wouldn't fix. Good to go on the mna front, though."</span>
Jorn tilts her head at Whitewater
<span class="mu-b">"You don't got a bed?"</span>
The doctor slumps
<span class="mu-s">"I do it's just...it's in the apartment. And if someone comes in I have to be ready and I'm just...so tired..."</span>
Jorn rubs her hands together.
<span class="mu-b">"Okay doc! You got a preference? Cotton? Silk?"</span>
Whitewater seems confused
<span class="mu-s">"I mean...silk sheets..four pillows? Goose down comforter?"</span>
Jorn closes her eyes and makes a diamond shape with her hands.
<span class="mu-b">"come'n up!"</span>
