Well, having unique abilities were something, having unique encounters were another. You had just entered your store of funguses, which your body often grew on it's own, and you sold them as medicine. They were able to cure everything, or at least everything you've heard of and seen until now. You hear about it, you get what the problem is, and your body produces the needed fungus. You were about to start preparing the store for the day when you heard the door get forced open, an unnaturally tall man carrying an asleep child, a cigarette in his mouth.

"I will tell you everything I know about his problem. Help him. Please."