[color=9e005d][h2]Doc Siward[/h2][/color]
The sun was yet fresh in the world, but the black sailcloth hat on Siward's head had already been in place for hours. It had been a peaceful night, but a long one, and though he wore his cloak and staff like one well used to travel, he was still weary, and his hearty stamina would take some time to replenish itself. No matter. Medburn was a familiar place to the Doc, and now that he had at last arrived, he could take the day at its ease.

At least until word got out that he was here, at any rate.

Siward's reputation wasn't particularly outstanding, but he was a medical man, and sometimes old patients formed strong preferences for whose care they'd dedicate themselves to. And the tightest bonds were always formed in the shady dregs of the community, where trust was a scant commodity, and injury was almost as common as it was among Explorers. Both Guildsmen and felons populated Medburn in plenty. With the Stargate looming just over the horizon, it was no surprise that this town always seemed to be in the thick of the action.

And those in the thickest of the day's gossip, as always, were the food vendors. [color=9e005d]"A sorbet of Wiki berry in caramel, Elliot, with frozen yoghurt and a double scoop of full cream,"[/color] opened Siward to a familiar Vannillish, carefully placing a selection of gleaming zinc and brass coins on his counter one by one. He was always careful with counting money. It endeared him to salesmon and not many others. [color=9e005d]"And in a glass, if you will."[/color] Elliot nodded and scooted over to serve a rather less impressive customer, an Axew apparently named Dexter. Siward ate alone and silently. Many residents here frequented Elliot's business, and he was an avid talker when he felt like it. The Doc's patients would soon enough know.

Shortly he clinked his glass with a spoon to alert Elliot that he had finished, and followed Dexter out. A thought occurred to him, and he tapped the Axew on the shoulder with his walking staff. [color=9e005d]"You there, boy,"[/color] he intoned, not too sharply. Axew didn't come around these parts often. Perhaps this one had immigrated to look for a career in one of Medburn's few distinctive industries. He had paid Elliot like someone without much in pocket. [color=9e005d]"Are you in affiliation with the Exploration Guild? If so, I have a small errand to be run. If not..."[/color] He held out a slim, brassy yellow coin. [color=9e005d]"You may be interested in running it anyway. My name is Doctor Siward. I can give you directions."[/color]

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