[Pissed? Pissed is Ragna's default state of being. There isn't a cure in the world that'll fix this walking tire fire, but Nyx is welcome to try. That chubby little thing looks so goddamned pleased with itself, but Ragna can't find it in his little black heart to hate the guy. Fine. You'll get off easy this time, Porky.]
What, you've got healing magic? [Huh. Magic of all sorts isn't uncommon where Ragna hails from, but only a select few are capable of using it. Folding his arms, he shrugs his shoulders.] If money's what you're after, forget it. I'm broke.
[Nothing in life is free– not even a stranger's kindness.]
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What, you've got healing magic? [Huh. Magic of all sorts isn't uncommon where Ragna hails from, but only a select few are capable of using it. Folding his arms, he shrugs his shoulders.] If money's what you're after, forget it. I'm broke.
[Nothing in life is free– not even a stranger's kindness.]