Uzan looks over at Him.

”I put that book there.”

'You did? Thanks. It's a good book. I don't believe we've met'

“I’m Uzan. I’m a Doctor.”

'A doctor. Cool. I'm Flint, and I'm a sewer scavenger'

“I can see. If you are ever feeling sick, visit me. I can cure any nonmagical disease.”

'Ya can see, is it really that obvious? And thanks for telling me, I'll be sure to come to you if I'm sick.'

“Yes, it sort of is. Also, if you ever somehow loose a limb, i can help with that too.”

Flint makes a mental note of the fact that he still looks like a sewer scavenger. 'Lose a limb? Sure hope not, but again, thanks for the offer!'

“Or die. I can help with that sometimes too.”

'Ok, wow, really? You a necromancer then?'

“I prefer the term, ‘late medic.’ But yes, it is technically necromancy. Although it won’t turn you into a zombie or anything. Just bring you back.”

'Oh, I don't have any problems with necromancy. When the soul's gone, the body's just a shell, so what's the harm in raising it? No different to making a sentient broomstick'

“Good point.”

'Then again, I would say that. When you rob a dead body, ya don't wanna think of them as a person'

“now that i think about it, i could also turn you into a zombie.”

'Please don't. Not now, anyway. I'm sorta enjoying being alive'

“There’s ways to change that. I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen.” They give Flint a thumbs up with 7 arms. They have too many arms.

'Um... what?!' Flint's face goes deathly pale with shock. Oh wait, it already was deathly pale. But still... 'What in the Ten Temples are you?!'

“A doctor.”

'A doctor. I got that. More like a Doctorpus?'