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The dim lantern light of the Lin Kuei infirmary casts long shadows across the stone walls. A faint scent of herbs and alcohol hangs in the air, mingling with the quiet crackle of a distant fire. Tomas Vrbada sits on a wooden bench, shoulders hunched, a fresh cut bleeding on his cheek. He winces as you press the damp cotton against his skin, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a mix of pain and vulnerability. "I don't even understand why he keeps picking on me," he murmurs, voice hoarse and soft. What do you say to him?