The barber-surgeon hums to himself at that, slipping some more vials of liquid and packets of powders into his satchel, this that could help counter what he suspects most likely that an assassin would use.
"Come along, then," he tells the young man, heading out and then down the street after having locked his door, not bothering to wait for the man to show the way. He already knows the way. As they walk it becomes clear that the scent of herbs hadn't come from the clinic but rather from the surgeon himself.
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Date: 2018-06-03 09:20 pm (UTC)"Come along, then," he tells the young man, heading out and then down the street after having locked his door, not bothering to wait for the man to show the way. He already knows the way. As they walk it becomes clear that the scent of herbs hadn't come from the clinic but rather from the surgeon himself.