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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

A lizard.

[He shakes his head in a, "You know what? I really don't want to know" fashion and keeps drawing.]

I tend to appreciate order myself. There's already entirely too much to be uncertain of here. I need not add the location of my pen to that list.

[einselective]

A very large lizard. [Marian starts out clarifying, realizing just how it sounds, but it just gets worse and...] With little claw fingers and... ah, it isn't important.

[But she does manage to find what was probably an old heater of some kind, and ducks under the table to plug it in, adding to the electromechanical hum of the place and making her voice a bit muffled.]

But you don't have any need for some sort of 'magical' workshop?

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle finishes his glyph, waiting to pull the jug onto it. He'd rather not ruin his handiwork with smudges.]

Well, no. I'm a healer, not a magician by trade.

[einselective]

Ah, of course. No need for modern medicine when you have magical healing.

[Marian assumes. It never ends here, does it.]

[tongueamok]

It's not that doctors and alchemists don't exist where I'm from. Most magicians know a little of the restorative arts, but fully trained healers are relatively uncommon.

[Obviously. Goodness, this woman.]

[einselective]

Oh, pardon me. I'm sure your alchemists are very reliable.

[She really shouldn't use that much sarcasm with someone who's providing her with concrete help, but these things just slip out after a lifetime of doing it.]

Are you just about done?

[tongueamok]

[He snorts irritably, hoisting the jug into position.]

I am. And you can thank my alchemists for this favor, as it is without them we wouldn't even have the glyphcrafting for this enchantment.

[And with that, he puts his hands on the contact point and gets enchanting.]

[einselective]

[Marian sighs the deepest sigh, even as she watches the sigil light up for the third time. With considerably less of an acerbic tone, she adds:]

I suppose I should that you for coming out here, too.

[tongueamok]

[That takes a bit of the fight out of him. Carlisle sighs, his brow knitting in the barest hint of sympathy as he watches the glyph light up beneath his fingers. He knows what it's like to be out of his element and to be frustrated when presented with things so foreign, so out of his control.]

It is my honor and my duty to use my abilities to help others.

[einselective]

[Marian's initial response to that is a noncommittal noise. He says that, but didn't exactly seem enthusiastic about providing this kind of material help in a more general sense to the city at large.]

Do you get... tired out by this magic of yours?

[tongueamok]

[Marian is right in his reluctance to help the populace at large; no one finds him hanging around the clinic and offering his services, after all.]

When using a lot of it, or for extended periods of time. Minor enchanting like this isn't nearly as taxing as healing.

[einselective]

[Well at least it's not something from nothing. And although she's not about to cast aspersions on his mission statement of helping, a possible reason for limiting it.]

That's all for now, then.

I'll...

[What, 'continue keeping an eye out for any greenery of possible interest?' She can, certainly, but the chances of that seem slim. And beyond the very vague suggestion she'd made at their second meeting, she can't just tell anyone what her device is capable of. That can makes things... complicated.

Then again, this guy can't even set an answering machine message properly.]

...lend a hand if you need it with anything technological, as well. Although given the 'gods'' apparent distaste for anything modern, that seems about as likely as finding new and interesting vegetation.