[ He could understand that. It wasn't safe here, not when the whole building seems to press down on him, slowing him down, making all those bones he'd broke years and years ago throb as if they were recently healed. Wu Xie sets the box and his cane down for a moment and then unsnaps his jacket, pulling it off and starts making a sling to carry things in. Under the jacket was a sleeveless vest also with patches of reflective cloth, a red band of rubber wrapped lightly on his upper left arm, and a old leather notebook shoved into the single inner pocket. Scars march up the inside of his right arm, old and deep and ragged, while the outside of his left arm showed freshly healed defensive cuts. His nastiest scar though was the one cutting along his neck narrowly missing the major vein there. ]
What kind would you be comfortable with? I'm not sure if you would find a thermal, but those are easiest to use.
[ The clinic looks easily like one of those from a small mountain town and he was intimately familiar with those kinds of places and how behind their supplies could be. Putting the box into his makeshift sling, he uses the cane to push himself to his feet, hanging the sling over his right shoulder. ]
I'm looking for zingiber officinale, lycium barbarum, and a few others. [ A pause and then a shake of his head as he moves to another cabinet, sliding open the door. ] I can probably find most of it in the grocery store. But it's always best to grab what you can just in case.
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[ He could understand that. It wasn't safe here, not when the whole building seems to press down on him, slowing him down, making all those bones he'd broke years and years ago throb as if they were recently healed. Wu Xie sets the box and his cane down for a moment and then unsnaps his jacket, pulling it off and starts making a sling to carry things in. Under the jacket was a sleeveless vest also with patches of reflective cloth, a red band of rubber wrapped lightly on his upper left arm, and a old leather notebook shoved into the single inner pocket. Scars march up the inside of his right arm, old and deep and ragged, while the outside of his left arm showed freshly healed defensive cuts. His nastiest scar though was the one cutting along his neck narrowly missing the major vein there. ]
What kind would you be comfortable with? I'm not sure if you would find a thermal, but those are easiest to use.
[ The clinic looks easily like one of those from a small mountain town and he was intimately familiar with those kinds of places and how behind their supplies could be. Putting the box into his makeshift sling, he uses the cane to push himself to his feet, hanging the sling over his right shoulder. ]
I'm looking for zingiber officinale, lycium barbarum, and a few others. [ A pause and then a shake of his head as he moves to another cabinet, sliding open the door. ] I can probably find most of it in the grocery store. But it's always best to grab what you can just in case.