Au'Nvratyis walked through the port known as Jin'ta, although it was more of a controlled stumble. He was wearing a cloak that covered him the neck down, and was wearing a hood to cover his head. The stranded alien had been living on this world for about two years, but he seemed to be ill with something he could not identify. He couldn't comprehend this disease, seeing as how he didn't even hear of disease before he came to this world.
He coughed roughly, and he stopped to lean on a nearby building. He coughed some more, this time hacking up some mercurial blood. He looked up at the building, and sighed with relief. It was a healer's store. He pushed off of the wall with a gasp of agony escaping him, and pushed through the door. He didn't take a look around at the unoccupied storefront, but instead immediately lurched for a shelf with potions on it. He didn't make it that far, and he collapsed onto the ground, knocking over some things and making a hell of a racket. He passed out on the floor.