[for now, the place he's working out of is a small building in prufrock, just barely above the designation of "shack" in anyone's eyes. but trench is full of abandoned houses, big and small, and nehan has no issue in using them. though for the purposes of lessons, he doesn't need a large place, and, gods above, no stairs.
nehan is already there, resting in a chair and with some papers stacked on top of a desk. papers and books and whatnot, all about medicine. he has some notes as well, but his writing is indecipherable (as doctors' notes tend to be), and is done in shorthand anyway.
around the table are lanterns and glowing coldblood stones, just to light up the miserable house in this unending night.]
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nehan is already there, resting in a chair and with some papers stacked on top of a desk. papers and books and whatnot, all about medicine. he has some notes as well, but his writing is indecipherable (as doctors' notes tend to be), and is done in shorthand anyway.
around the table are lanterns and glowing coldblood stones, just to light up the miserable house in this unending night.]
Come in. No need to dawdle.