[ Zelgadis pulls his hood up when he catches the dubious expression on the coachman's face. Every time he forgets how freakish he looks, he's promptly reminded.

He could stand to never hear that chime from Rezo's staff ever again, too. It's so damned ominous even without all the misfortune he associates with that sound.

Great. Existing in the physical proximity of Rezo for thirty seconds is enough to get him irritable. People's lives are on the line here; Zelgadis needs to get it together. ]

Fifty people. It's more than the building was designed to accommodate. This way.

[ He leads Rezo to the inn, elaborating as they go. ]

These are the patients that can't move under their own power any longer. Most of them can't speak. They all... They smile like everything's fine. I don't think they comprehend their own suffering.

...Small mercies, I guess.