"Nawp." He said through the last of his croaks. Blowing his nose into a hanky he'd produced, he blew with more air than his lungs seemed capable of holding, and then stuffed the soiled rag into a pocket. "Had one of 'em natural healer types grind it up real fine, like. Think it'll last us a while now." Whether or not they truly had enough rations was hard to say, but the old man had his pride after all, and in his mind he and the youngin' with the long hair weren't quite even yet.
With a grunt, the old man limped forward a few steps, dragging one of his feet against the floor boards as he went. Reaching into yet another pocket, he produced some aged and cracked spectacles covered in dust. Nevertheless, he plopped them onto his nose and stared up at Caiside with magnified and cataract-covered eyes. "Cat got yer tongue?" He barked, before turning to Jigano. "He one of 'em muties?"
With a grunt, the old man limped forward a few steps, dragging one of his feet against the floor boards as he went. Reaching into yet another pocket, he produced some aged and cracked spectacles covered in dust. Nevertheless, he plopped them onto his nose and stared up at Caiside with magnified and cataract-covered eyes. "Cat got yer tongue?" He barked, before turning to Jigano. "He one of 'em muties?"
