[No cure. Those words are chilling, and Guzma feels something cold rake through the pit of his stomach. It's a sick, numbing feeling, and he's not at all fond of it. Sympathy? Pity? He doesn't even know this guy! Why does he even care?!]
...M'sorry.
[A drifter. That doesn't mean much to Guzma in ways of actual information, but it still paints a portrait of who this guy is, if not what. He can at least understand that much. But by now, it just doesn't seem right to ask for anything material, let alone a favor.]
Toldja I don't need nothing, but if you gotta pay me back...how 'bout a bit of company?
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...M'sorry.
[A drifter. That doesn't mean much to Guzma in ways of actual information, but it still paints a portrait of who this guy is, if not what. He can at least understand that much. But by now, it just doesn't seem right to ask for anything material, let alone a favor.]
Toldja I don't need nothing, but if you gotta pay me back...how 'bout a bit of company?