*Mortar takes a large syringe out of his sack and stabs himself with it. In a few seconds, it is filled with his blood. He chants something in Latin as he sprays it on the symbols. When he's done, he looks a lot more tired than he did.*
Alright, I'm gonna go back to my place, rest up.
*Mortar walks to his house, occasionally leaning to one side*
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