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As the crowds gathered and got in line for healing and what not, Heinrich just hung around, watching the procession with dying interest, seeing the ailments of these folk was...unsettling. As his interest and stomach waned, he saw the webbed fingers of the boy, now split. "....mutant!..." he murmured in Reikspiel, looking around, as though an imperial witch hunter would appear just at the mention of chaos. He glanced to the river, then furiously rubbed his head for a moment, where the water had touched, though he knew it would be no good if indeed the water was tainted. He grabbed the hilt of his sword in his off hand, gripping it firmly at his side, which gave him some small comfort.