[ Not entirely different, then, from the Medicine Seller's own eclectic mish-mash of tools, practices and philosophies. If it works, he's hardly one to snub it. Rigorous orthodoxy to any one method is for those not actually out in the field - here is not a place one can afford to be inflexible. That's how you wind up dead. ]
A handy tool indeed.
[ The limping is cause concern, and the Medicine Seller moves gradually closer into his companion's sphere- a quiet, subtle offer to be a crutch, if Constantine's pride can bear it.
Fortunately their destination isn't far. An old, abandoned garage looms into view. It's not particularly intimidating as abandoned places go - its squat, rectangular, sprayed with graffiti and coated in a good decade and a half's worth of grime. Windows that aren't broken are boarded shut, and one of rusted overheads is pushed up at an odd angle.
Almost certainly the operation of amateurs in over their head. ]
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A handy tool indeed.
[ The limping is cause concern, and the Medicine Seller moves gradually closer into his companion's sphere- a quiet, subtle offer to be a crutch, if Constantine's pride can bear it.
Fortunately their destination isn't far. An old, abandoned garage looms into view. It's not particularly intimidating as abandoned places go - its squat, rectangular, sprayed with graffiti and coated in a good decade and a half's worth of grime. Windows that aren't broken are boarded shut, and one of rusted overheads is pushed up at an odd angle.
Almost certainly the operation of amateurs in over their head. ]