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[Superdorf]

We... we may not know how writing works. Maybe we forgot how. Maybe we never learned.

These "squiggles"... how meticulous are they? Are we putting any sort of legible pattern into them? Or are they really just squiggles?

[March]

You examine the squiggles; these are words aren't they, you wrote letters for sure but none of those make any words you know.

[Naturegirl1999]

show the witch what we drew, hopefully she understands what we wrote

[Superdorf]

show the witch what we drew, hopefully she understands what we wrote

+1

We might as well.

[March]

The witch takes the page and examines your writing, "Yup this is gibberish... but as long as it's got some meaning "that" should work." she takes something out of something on her hip, says something you cant hear and does some gestures then touches the paper...
"Some of this is still pretty rambling, but you are at least self aware and something about lungs not working..." she lowers the paper to look at you, "You must be damaged then, well; take em off and lets see."

[Naturegirl1999]

Take off the cover and show her the wound on our chest

[Superdorf]

Well... I guess we don't have much choice in the matter if we want any hope at working lungs. Do what the witch says.

What was our gender in life anyway? Can we tell?

[March]

You de-cover, revealing yourself for inspection and repair.
"Guess there no dignity in death, it's a damn shame though." she quips at your casual self inspection.
You show her you chest wound... "What's this," teasingly testing it with her hand "Looks bad, but I think I can do something about this," she says prodding your chest-hole, you can feel her heartbeat through her fingertips...

With her other hand she presses a pair of something to the edge of your cut and says something you can't hear.
Your wound entirely closes up.
"Well, how's that, its my first time... fixing a construct... with magic." She seems to have ruffled herself a bit and is tripping on her words.

[Superdorf]

So... what was our gender in life? Can we tell?

Try out our vocal chords. Attempt to ask what a temple hunter is.

[Naturegirl1999]

So... what was our gender in life? Can we tell?

Try out our vocal chords. Attempt to ask what a temple hunter is.

Thank her for her help too

[March]

Male.
"What a temple hunter is." you say with renewed ability.
A little dejected about the subject matter she responds, "White cloaked temple dogs who hunt; necromancers, heretics, demon-pact, & coven... and don't expect to pay for good honest witchwork."

"Thank her, help too." you offer
she waves it off like it means nothing.

[Superdorf]

It seems we must be careful with our wording when speaking.

Nod solemnly. Don our clothing. Say: "What am I?"

[Naturegirl1999]

It seems we must be careful with our wording when speaking.

Nod solemnly. Don our clothing. Say: "What am I?"

+1 ”Can I help you too?

[March]

Nodding you pick your cloak back up and put it back on,
"What am I?", "Some kinda revenant." she quips back at you.
"Can I help you too?", "Unless you got a big bag of measures, or some materials on you, improbably, or you wouldn't mind being my toy forever," she says with a tiny bit of hope over her shoulder.

[Superdorf]

Furrow brow a little, and shake head. "More people down road to east?"