[As the video beings, what he is actually doing is playing with a colorful paper fan, twirling it deftly in one hand, flicking open and closed gracefully as it moves, like the plumage of a flying bird. Those with sharp ears may hear the way the stiff folded papers zips through the hair zwiip. He is merely waiting a moment to allow an initial accrual of audience before he turns and bows towards the camera.]
Good afternoon.
[A soft, measured voice, infallibly polite.]
The virus which has plagued our worlds has, of course, followed our numbers here to this stronghold. As but a humble medicine seller, I have no cure to offer, but I have found that even the blighted wilderness of our surroundings offers its balms.
[He takes two golden
bottles from inside a large, ornate wooden case and sets them out in front of him. They have snake-like reptiles coiled inside of them, bathed in an unknown amber liquid.]
If you are in need, [And he knows you are, the somewhat sly glint of a charlatan hidden beneath his hair as he bows forward formally.] please come to find me in the courtyard and we shall discuss your treatment.