Neverwinter Forest i hate my last name. i hate everything it stands for

Okay, weight off his shoulders there -- Mal hadn't gone and contaminated himself probably. Then, do you need food? He was grasping at straws. The famine had made people act really weird -- and he was familiar with how tired and gross it had made him feel. But things were getting better now, right? Cupid didn't look like some famished twig or anything.

Pause. Honestly, don't think so. Sorry, Mango. Healer types showed up after things got all snowy and dead out.  Ceilidh had disappeared for a while and during that time, most of the stuff had gone and keeled over from frost.  But if you need something off a pine tree, we got plenty of those. From his tone it was obvious he didn't expect that it would be much use.

Mal's forte was making sure that people could have a home.  Certain other things were well beyond him.  So how did he go about helping in these cases?