and you're to tell him nothing personal

anyone welcome, but @Cara specifically <3

pre-warning anyone who joins that lecter is in a fouler mood than usual and your character has a huge chance of being greatly insulted.

He emerged from his den stiffly, sore and angered at the pulsation of pain in his foreleg from the badger's bite. It would have tolled him to travel to the sea, and his store of opiates was quite diminished. The shaman would not admit his addiction to the tiny black seeds, but each day was tinged with the comfort of the hazy drug, just enough to chase away the spectres of pain that had settled into his hips and back.

Now, as the midday sun rose, and he limped forth from his den, a surly visage clothed in a stinking ragged pelt, he felt keenly the ache of his ageing body and snapped at a sparrow that drifted too close.

Any creature with half a brain in its skull would have avoided the healer, as he lay down outside his den to soak the sun into his decrepit bones. Had he not been in Jinx's love, Lecter would have tossed himself down the mountain to avoid the stab of long-arriving death.