As much as Mauricio has grown to hate the desert sun, he welcomes it with (metaphorical) open arms as they emerge from the sewers. The shackles chafe at his dignity more than at his wrists, but Mauricio is keenly aware of an itchy spot between his shoulder blades that would become home to blades of a different kind should he try to escape. Only the comfort of the women being treated allows Mauricio to maintain his composure as they are marched away.

He shares the cell with Dalnu during their forced wait, resorting to physiological diagrams drawn on the walls when the level of boredom becomes sufficient. It comes as a surprise, but really shouldn't be, when their captor informs them of their impending meeting. After the captain hands out his discretionary assignment, Mauricio hears some of his own concerns echoed by Dalnu. In all fairness, this assignment isn't nearly as shady as Mauricio had been expecting. If they were to be cat's paws, at least this way they might do some good here in the city.

"Do you know who these people are that become addicts, captain? Are they the poor, or is Bliss being targeted toward the rich or moderately successful? Knowing the target demographic is very important. If this is being used to ensnare the poor, the ingredients have to be cheap enough to justify it. Otherwise, a considerable amount of infrastructure would be necessary for mass production."

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Medicine check to Recall Knowledge about pesh and possible competing narcotics: (1d20+8)[26]
Mauricio Averni
HP: 26/26
AC: 15
Class DC: 18
Speed: 25
Fort: +5
Ref: +7
Will: +8
Perception: +8
Feats: Forensic Acumen, That's Odd, Battle Medicine, Ward Medic