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Laurent stares intently and with a previously unheard steel addresses the dwarf, "I hear the priests don't have the skill, or maybe the depth of faith, required to heal these people. Jokes aside, if you want to talk to Lady Laurel, we can take you there, Lodetracker."

Shifting his gaze and his mood, Laruent tells Vishantos "The consortium's not a much better friend to me than it is to you, Vishantos, even if they gave me a desk. I've the next couple of days off, seeing as so many o' the men have taken sick. I've little faith we'll find a cure, and I suppose if we don't, I might have to find another place to ply my skills. I've always fancied seeing the the statues in Magnimar..." Laurent trails off and wistfully looks out the window, eyes unfocused.

"Calar's talking to some new folk. This'll be interesting, I bet. Oh, interested in the plague, are they?", Laurent thinks to himself.

Laurent approaches the group from his place in the corner and engages the two men he recognizes, "Hail, Calar and Vishantos. Broken any perfectly fine wheels this week, Calar? Vishantos, I see your plans still haven't reached fruition. Still chopping away as ever."

"Anyway, I apologize for the intrusion, gentlemen. M'name's Laurent. Laurent Reno. I couldn't help but overhear your friend here is interested in the plague. Terrible thing that. People dying and sick, in a foul mood all about town. Hell, Baleson's liable to lock me up should I cause any more trouble these days, even if he is blood to me. Someone should really do something about this plague. Lady Laurel's been mightily put out by all the sickness, so's I hear."

Noticing the winch plans for the first time, Laurent points and says, "Ah, that gear ratio'll never work. You'll need at least a 4.4 rather than that 5.2 if you ever want to load more than 30 stone with that. Excuse me, don't mean to insult."