[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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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.