attack of the disease | the pitt, visiting

[madster]

"yes man? that's a shitty name," murmured the melancholy nurse, making his way over slowly as he kept his crimson eyes trained on the two. what weirdos, he thought. from a place called the pitt? and they wanted to do business? he thought that was pretty stupid. did they not know how clans operated? he finally arrived, brushing furs with stocking then relaxed his shoulders.

"so what are you even here for? what kind of business? do you sell alcohol?" he asked legitimately, noting his booze cabinet was rather empty these days.