Speaking of being terrible at money, here's a man who is approximately eight thousand feet tall and built like a scarecrow spending money he doesn't have in some terrible part of town on incredibly overpriced medication. He's used to this, but it's even harder to come across what he needs in Baedal, so he's getting used to paying absolutely outrageous prices for it. He's going to have to get a second job -- and to pay for a new place. Bonetown, he's finding, has some weird effects on him.

Good-weird.

That taken care of, he makes sure no one's looking when he leaves, his hands in his pockets and gratefully closed around the tiny bottle. He passes by just in time to hear a door slam open and he jumps about a foot in the air, yelping like a startled cat -- afterwards trying to look like he meant to do that all along. Also like a cat.

"That was weird," Wolfgang offers. Helpfully.