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[sanomorior]

[A sigh, exasperated.]

Right. Getting this over with.

[She clears her throat, and then speaks with authority, though there's still the film of weariness over her words.]My name is Sycora Novitas. I'm on the first floor of the Great Keep. Any ill, injured, or infirm parties should report to me. I'm on the first floor of the Great Keep. If you can'

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[gditsideswipe]

Go get Ratchet. There. That's all the info you need.

[sanomorior]

I am not in charge of picking who shows up here. You want to make demands, go to Deior, but don't expect much.

[gditsideswipe]

Fine. Maybe I will. Because I'm not sending schematics to the first random meatsack who asks.

[sanomorior]

Yeah? Then when you break down, you're on your own.

[turian_honor]

... How prepared is this place for nonhumans?

[Because turians and human foodstuffs don't exactly mix well.]

[sanomorior]

Depends. What kind of non-human are we talking about?

[turian_honor]

Turian. Sound familiar to you at all?

[sanomorior]

[There's the sound of some papers shuffling.]

No. Don't think I've met a Turian before, let alone had to treat one.

What do you need?

[bloodtothebest]

You forgot to mention the part about what a dashingly handsome Helcian I am.

C'mon 'cora. Do it for the team. You know it's true.

[Dos? Grinning? Why yes he is.]

[sanomorior]

[That gets a laugh out of her.]

I'm not here to make people more sick.

[bloodtothebest]

[Dos snorts.]

I think Joe's cooking is gonna do that for us. The little runt better do better next time or I'll be dragging Bessie inside.

[sanomorior]

Even if he does, I'm all for that. We could do a lot with a whole cow.

[drinkuntilidie]

Got anytin' fuh nausea?

[He might have food and liquor in him now but he's still feeling sick as a dog.]

[sanomorior]

Definitely.

Any other symptoms?

[drinkuntilidie]

Notin' dat more liquah and food can't fix.

[sanomorior]

You going to need a bucket, just in case?

[The sound some bottles clinking.]

What's your location?

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She feels awkward about this question. It is not a medical question!]

[yet]

Lady Sycora? May I please meet with you about a personal matter? It is not significantly urgent to be addressed immediately, or keep you from rest but, if I may speak to you in the morning?

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[sanomorior]

I have time now, if you would rather address it sooner. Do you know the way to the infirmary?

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[halfbrokenwings]

I do not as of yet. Is it near the Dining area? I could perhaps find my way from there.

Thank you so kindly for your time.

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[sanomorior]

One floor below the Great Hall. That's where the feast was.

[Detailed directions go here.]