[Koltira ain't here to judge; only to assess, and perhaps intervene, if necessary. One glance at the booze- and raw fish-filled fridge tells him that intervention is, in fact, required. He rubs his scarred face and sighs.]
Wait one moment.
[he turns right around and leaves. It takes him about fifteen minutes to collect what he wants from his own apartment and return--with apologies and gold left on the counter for his roommates--to Bariyan and Martin.]
You must eat, Martin. Regularly and well. Your physical body is human, is it not?
[he unpacks what he's brought as he talks--a handful of fat, unpeeled potatoes, some uncooked steaks, and a bundle of fresh asparagus, along with a small bag of various spices and so forth.]
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Wait one moment.
[he turns right around and leaves. It takes him about fifteen minutes to collect what he wants from his own apartment and return--with apologies and gold left on the counter for his roommates--to Bariyan and Martin.]
You must eat, Martin. Regularly and well. Your physical body is human, is it not?
[he unpacks what he's brought as he talks--a handful of fat, unpeeled potatoes, some uncooked steaks, and a bundle of fresh asparagus, along with a small bag of various spices and so forth.]