The Shade {Josiah Cole}

[deaths_head]

"Joe here. Do what yer gonna, you know more 'bout this conflabbed thing 'n I do."

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[wearenotbroken]

So what you're saying is that you are no better at handling your liquor. Gotcha.

If I can find the ingredients, I can make you some of those sachets.

[deaths_head]

The hell you say? Telling an Irishman he can't hold his liquor--I oughta make you eat crow, next time we hit the bar.

Some things can be ordered through customs, but it can take a dog's age to ship. And that's IF you can get them.

[wearenotbroken]

I would take you up on that but I remember what it's like trying to drag your ass somewhere, no thank you.

You have so little faith in me, I'm offended.

[deaths_head]

Drag MY ass? The hell you talking about, you never dragged me nowhere.

[They were never together long enough for that...

They were never together, period...right?]

[wearenotbroken]

You just keeping telling yourself that, Josiah.

Anyways, I need your advice.

[deaths_head]

You're asking the man who made Death his houseguest, and was gullible enough to get tricked into eternal damnation, for advice?

Sure. Why not? What's on your mind, little mage?

[wearenotbroken]

Would I be foolish to heal someone here?

[deaths_head]

If you're asking that, I'm assuming we're talking about a healing beyond the will of Fate, not just some bumps and bruises--cause I've healed my fair share of even serious injuries here. Might wanna look at the medical folk here for a job, if you're gonna do a lot of that.

Getting off track here: this person you wanna help. What's the extent of their ills?

[wearenotbroken]

No, I don't want to be a full time healer here. I'm going to work in farming and live a quieter life than I have in the last century or so.

He's paralyzed, can't walk.