Jun 1, 2017
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Chaotic was usually the term used to describe Exile clinics near the battlefields. For the past week or so, however, this one had been nearly kicked into shape by the several new faces that had been assigned as leading staff.
One of those faces had been, perhaps misleadingly, told that today, he was to be the one who asks people why they are here, and tell them where to go. Quite a challenge, if one is mute.
Ezekiel perseveres. He sets his datacron to sign-to-voice mode, and approaches the Mordesh miss who is nearing the clinic.
[What are you here for?] He signs, a robotic voice relaying this to her clearly.
