Sometimes I miss my pauldrons. And then I usually get thrown up or bled on and I've found the clothing of this world is really far easier to clean. Still I miss the feathers. I looked rather dashing.
[Filtered to Sam Merlotte, Elizabeth Burke, Cinna, Portia, and Amber]I know I haven't really much talked to most of you, but my name is Anders. I run the clinic on the first floor. We run off of donations and I was thinking of perhaps running a fundraiser to, well, continue helping people. Not really the part of the job I'm best at.
But my friend Amber suggested that perhaps we could make it a community effort within the tower, working together to put together a benefit that shows what we're adding to the community that we've found ourselves in. I know I had seen Cinna mentioned that he was looking at perhaps putting together a display of the works that refugees have made? And Sam, you've the most successful and likely most recognizable business within the tower. I'd heard mention that you actually have experience organizing such things, Elizabeth?
It's simply an idea, one I'll readily admit I've very little experience or ability to put together. If it'd help, I can make fireballs. But I was hoping that perhaps you might be interested in this idea? It's presumptuous to ask, but I would like for the clinic to succeed and for our neighbors in this world to perhaps look at us with a kinder eye. If any of you were interested in perhaps pooling efforts, please let me know.
[Filtered to Hawke]I've a young girl who wants to volunteer at the clinic. Which is amazing, being so young and wanting to help people.
I'm not really used to children for prolonged periods of time if they're not currently, well, dying though. The circle thought I was a terrible influence on the apprentices. Which was likely true in their eyes.
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