Miach could only guess that learning to live with such an impediment had to have been hard. And yet the Shaman seemed so relaxed... it was something to be admired, and emulated. With great precautions, the doctor looked at the stump, prodding it once or twice very carefully to gauge the actual state of it. Satisfied with his examination, he pulled back, and breathed a heavy sigh as he relaxed. "Right..." was all he said, as he contemplated his options.
"Alright, here's the plan I suggest: we do this basic search to get a feel for their persona. I get the Acanthii to cast some divination about them. Then we hide our auras, I change my shape and Striker wears a prostethic, and we go into the University for some fieldwork. Let's say we are alumni walking the ground to reminisce ?"