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"Just over there, in the right corner by the cabinets," A'tirramei called from across the room, glancing up from a bed she was making to smile at B'rahz. "Those are probably the Hi Potions Aelas ordered. Don't mix them up with the regular ones!"
The clinic was slowly returning to its cozy, clean, organized state. The Saint's Shroud it was called, a modest one-story building along the coast in Cedarwood. Recently established by Raelas Sturmwind, the clinic had had a fruitful but short run before being vandalized by less than savory individuals. The whole tale was not clear, and Raelas himself was reluctant to elaborate before he had taken off in a hurry. Now A'tirramei was the resident healer until he returned, but there was still a bit of work to do before it was ready to open. Maybe tomorrow.
The clinic was divided into equal thirds, marked by large wooden dividers. The left-most third resembled an inn, with cozy beds draped in crisp linen sheets, warm blankets and a fluffy pillow to each. The middle third housed bookshelves and drawers, crammed with literary medical and healing texts, as well as sterilized tools and portable tables. The larger drawers, most of which contained patient files, were locked. The right third of the room housed a kitchen A'tirramei was most envious of, though it was currently empty of fresh food.
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A'tirramei frowned, pacing to the center of the one-roomed clinic. It was not an arrangement she liked. The beds did not have enough privacy. The medicine shelves were too far away, and there should really be a few more chairs. She mumbled to herself, taking mental notes of each discrepancy. Maybe Rahz could help with that, too.
