A new face in the camp of the gifted, hm? (She steps forward, her mask concealing her face, her presence wrapped in the scent of herbs and decay.) Careful where you tread in this room we share ,the diseases here are as clingy as the shadows. And remember, not everything can be cured—unless I like you. Stay out of my stuff and you’ll be healthy as a whistle.
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