This city is not terribly far from Trench. A couple days of walking, or a good few hours by train at most. And yet the ecology yields those disease curing mushrooms that were all the rage the month prior to his arrival.
Trench itself is ill. More than likely something to do with blood pollution in the soil, but it stands to reason that some tests are in order.
He digs in the patches of soil where these mysterious healing mushrooms are most prominent, taking samples of both the fungus and the soil it grows in to be examined on his return.
In the distance, he hears a faint but sudden sharp chord strummed on a biwa.
[The bow is returned with utmost politeness. The introduction, however, remains hanging.]
Sato-san has come to a good spot then. There are plenty to gather.
[He gives a slight incline of his head to the patch of mushrooms - and it is, indeed, a patch. A far cry from the paltry one or two to be found within the knotholes of trees back in Trench.]
Their healing properties are of utmost interest to me. You see...
[One day. One day he will learn to smile in a way that doesn't make him look like a scheming cartoon villain. Unfortunately, today is not that day.]
[He has to put aside his own considerable threshold for the bizarre and try to think of these things from a human's perspective. He supposes the Tower's affliction is odd, given the being's divine nature and how such ailments usually don't have such a mundane cure as mushrooms.]
Mm.
Though I am presently only aware that they are used to ameliorate the Tower's suffering. How that is the case and if they possess any benefits beyond that remains to be seen.
[Appeasing is a very strong word for what the Medicine Seller is doing. He was practically engineered in a lab to be at least moderately annoying to anyone who occupied a social position higher than 'servant'.]
...I suppose it would be nice if a deity's problem did not become...
...everyone else's. Besides...
[He smiles that thin, cold smile of his, eyes fixed somewhere on the middle distance past Sato's left shoulder, as if he just remembered a private joke.]
...I do recall telling you. I am a Medicine Seller.
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Have you lost something?
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Well, nothing he can do about it if that's the case.
He sits quietly for a moment and watches the elderly man for any sign that he might also hear the distant strumming.]
Nothing, nothing. I am -- as you can see -- only gathering mushrooms.
[He holds one up. Surprise! It is, indeed, just a mushroom.]
They are...
...abundant.
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[ The old man pulls out a bag of his own. He reveals a small assortment of mushrooms. ]
What a coincidence, so was I!
[ The old man gives a bow. ]
I'm Sato, it's a pleasure to meet you.
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Sato-san has come to a good spot then. There are plenty to gather.
[He gives a slight incline of his head to the patch of mushrooms - and it is, indeed, a patch. A far cry from the paltry one or two to be found within the knotholes of trees back in Trench.]
Their healing properties are of utmost interest to me. You see...
[One day. One day he will learn to smile in a way that doesn't make him look like a scheming cartoon villain. Unfortunately, today is not that day.]
...I am a medicine seller.
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Is that so?
[ The old man pauses for a beat. ]
Do they help with any odd afflictions?
[ Sato wonders. The Trench can have some unnatural ailments, could he know how to ammendment them? The old man's curiosity seems genuine. ]
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[He has to put aside his own considerable threshold for the bizarre and try to think of these things from a human's perspective. He supposes the Tower's affliction is odd, given the being's divine nature and how such ailments usually don't have such a mundane cure as mushrooms.]
Mm.
Though I am presently only aware that they are used to ameliorate the Tower's suffering. How that is the case and if they possess any benefits beyond that remains to be seen.
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[ Sato muses over the information. Appeasing the gods, eh? The though hangs with a tinge of cynicism. ]
Hmmm...it seems that you're trying to alleviate a gods illness. Thpugh, what good will helping a Pthumerian do?
[ The old man asks with a serious frown. ]
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...I suppose it would be nice if a deity's problem did not become...
...everyone else's. Besides...
[He smiles that thin, cold smile of his, eyes fixed somewhere on the middle distance past Sato's left shoulder, as if he just remembered a private joke.]
...I do recall telling you. I am a Medicine Seller.