Doom Patrol

Suddenly, his heart started to beat out of rhythm. It only lasted for a few moments, but it felt like it wouldn't stop. Before his heart could seize up forever it seemed, his vision blurred and refocused to find himself standing alone. The ooze draining from his eyes seemed to slow just enough for him to see the strange cloaked figure in front of him and the table of wares between them. The strange being spoke and Doom took a moment to look between the three items laid before him. A clod of nature and mushrooms, a vial of some kind of liquid, and... a blessing?

Maybe whatever that was could get him out of this place, rid of the ooze, and somewhere safe. That would be priceless. Without hesitation Doom motioned towards the blessing. "I'd like that one, please." Fumbling around with his collection of crystals, he offered the being three in exchange for the item.

"Speech."