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indent The stranger, Samson, despite his handicap, was able to speak—this told Ahren that he had not been born deaf. If so, that function would not be possible. While he was not well educated on medicine or the body, he knew many apothecaries and he had read. Ahren truly was a jack-of-all-trades, even if he didn’t manage to excel at one single thing. “I don’t have anything to write with,” he offered, dropping his eyes for a moment as his hands went up to his pulled-up hair. From within the mass of dreadlocks he produced a hand rolled cigarette and lighter. Off all the things he was full of, surprises were one of them. “How long have you been here?”
indent The stranger, Samson, despite his handicap, was able to speak—this told Ahren that he had not been born deaf. If so, that function would not be possible. While he was not well educated on medicine or the body, he knew many apothecaries and he had read. Ahren truly was a jack-of-all-trades, even if he didn’t manage to excel at one single thing. “I don’t have anything to write with,” he offered, dropping his eyes for a moment as his hands went up to his pulled-up hair. From within the mass of dreadlocks he produced a hand rolled cigarette and lighter. Off all the things he was full of, surprises were one of them. “How long have you been here?”