Dr willam's Story

Hello chaps

The Stranger quietly sits in his corner, book still opened in his hands. He's still mildly attentive to what's going on around him, snatches of conversation. He stands up, sweeping his hands across his jacket, dusting it off. He quietly walks away, into a back hallway where a small restroom sits, and quietly steps inside and closes and locks the door behind him.
Once he's sure the door is secure, he steps in front of the mirror steadily reaches up and pulls down and off his red scarf, revealing a deep, sickly gray colored skin underneath a spiky black beard, the hairs seemingly covered by some mold-like substance.
He coughs once, then twice, as he shoves the scarf into his pocket, leaning against the wall adjacent to the sink. He fumbles inside of his jacket for a moment, eventually removing a large paper bag, the latter seemingly covered in some form of fungal growth. He reaches inside with a gloved hand and carefully removes a small, white-capped mushroom. He looks it over for a moment before crushing it in his hands and putting it up to his mouth and swallowing, then takes a drink from his flask.
He's eating, but to an outsider it may look rather strange, he thinks. Hence the privacy.
I've managed to keep it private for a while, but I may soon be discovered. Best remain cautious.
He reaches over and flushes the toilet, then removes his gloves and begins to wash his hands. The hands were... wrong. The skin was pale, like a corpse, and some parts of the skin seemed to be unnaturally smooth, as if they were scraped over with wall putty to keep them sealed.
He dries his hands and slips back on his gloves, drawing his scarf back over the majority of his face.
He reckons he's overdue for a rest, and the bustling noise and cacophony of speech does much to persuade him of such.
He walks out of the bathroom, quietly picks up a chair and drags it into a quiet corner, and sits in it, straight backed and his arms at his sides, and simply stops thinking.

Taking a sip of his drink, he said something for a moment in Taiyou to one of his comrades before he addressed the Verians directly. "I was not briefed on the particular reasoning for the mission." He replied in Taiyou. "Only that the chain of command came from Her royal Highness personally. She said it was a mission of utmost importance, and that we should not allow neither the New World, or the Imperial Aschen Government access to whatever it is we are transporting."

The Major set his drink down and slowly rose up to his feet to offer a respectful bow. "So i have been ordered to support you however we can, and have weapons, resources, and funding on stand by to aid you."