OOC: Thanks for the heads up, Albino-Slig!
IC: Silph staggered, carrying his heavy sack, down the river. Along the way, the odd Grubb turned up. Some would ask for help in some way. They obviously knew nothing of Luskans, Silph thought. He completely ignored them.
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After a while, something odd was seen in the distance, among a slight mist from a waterfall. He walked closer, and found some sort of building. He strolled round to the front of it, and looked at a sign next to the door. Some sort of 'Frakture Falls' place. He remembered some of the Vykkers on the ship talking about possibly getting a job there. It was some sort of hospital. Intriguing how they only bothered to clean the higher portions of the building. He stepped inside. A number of statues dotted he hallway, as well as few of those damn Greeter things. A Mudokon uselessly attempted to ask one about his work. He ignored it and wandered on past as a couple of Greeters circled him on his way to the waiting room. As he entered, he smacked one of the Greeters, denting it, as he left them behind.
In the waiting room, there was a few counters, vendors, and many seats. He dumped his sack on a seat at the front, and went over to a vendor for a Soulstorm brew, then went back and sat next to his sack, and began drinking.
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