Beverly
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**Henryk lead Midelia through the large scenery that was the streets of Findara. People of different walks of life traveled through, the young doctor leading the dryad to the city square— where most merchant functions occurred. However he took a turn away, and towards a building close by. It was a rather generic looking building, made of stone and wood. A sign hung with the words 'Clinic' written upon it. Rather straightforwards.**

**Taking a key, he unlocked the front door. With a slight forceful push he opened the old wooden door, allowing the pair in. The building was dark, devoid of light— but it was pretty soon when Henryk began lighting lamps to give way to light. They were at the front— a lobby of sorts where patients sat and waited. There was a secretary's desk up front, and three different doors. One leading upstairs, one behind the secretary desk, and one leading _downstairs._**

**Henryk stood in the lobby for a moment before looking to the Dryad behind him.** "Shut the door behind you. Give it a slight push— the door is rather old and doesn't close right." **Henryk would say.**

**The clinic was quaint, but, there was the sense that something more was happening here— the Dryad has only seen the lobby after all.**

"Welcome to my abode. This is the lobby." **He spoke thus.**

"I practically grew up here. I've inherited this place from my mentor." **Henryk briefly explained.** "I'll begin with the infirmary area." **He'd passively wave for the Dryad to follow him. He went around the secretary desk and towards the back, opening the door— like a gentleman —for Midelia, allowing her through first.**

**She would be beholden to a series of beds, curtains, along with night stands nearby them. There was a cart with some left over supplies, and towards the back a cabinet filled with mundane supplies one may use to quickly provide relief for a patient.**

"The infirmary." **He spoke thus.** "It's where I keep my patients who need to stay overnight." **Henryk would explain to the Dryad.** "Nobody is here today, as you can see. Made sure everyone was fine before sending them off." **The doctor paced a bit, looking at each bed.** "Finding volunteers is hard— and making sure I have ample amount of supplies is _also_ hard. I don't take my patients at a time, usually a maximum of 5. It's all I can handle, as one man." **Henryk turned around to face the dryad.** "As you saw outside, there are a _lot_ of civilians. I cannot treat everyone by myself." **He'd hark back on their conversation before— explicitly referring to the inability to treat the masses, and _why_ he privatizes his services.**

"This, here, is both the most _boring_ yet most interesting area of this building. Boring, as usually not a lot is happening— mostly just individuals recovering. However, it becomes interesting when I have a genuine issue. Someone whose deathly sick, or perhaps someone who needs their arm reattached to their bodies— there are times where extreme cases require extreme measures to reach a solution. This is where it happens most of the time." 

**Henryk looked to one of the beds.** "This bed I had a guardsmen who was stabbed 14 times. His kidney had been cut open, abdomen split apart left to right— it was an _intensive_ surgery." **Henryk had spoke thus, before pointing to a bed adjacent to that one.** "In that one a child ate a poisonous toad. He would've died within the hour had I not concocted a antidote utilizing _cow's liver_ so the poison could be efficiently filtered out. In this single room, I have saved many lives— but, I'm afraid I haven't saved enough to be _satisfied."_

"Being a Doctor can be a thankless job, sometimes. You're expected to perform miracles, but more often then not people will be faced with disappointment. It's why I continue to _push_ the limits of Modern Medicine in order to save more people." **The young doctor spoke thus before moving past the Dryad out of the infirmary area with cat-like feet, moving with a certain grace to his step.** "Come on." **He would beckon her to follow him to where he'd take her next.**

**Through the lobby, he would move towards another door, this one revealing a set of stairs leading downstairs into the basement area. The wooden stairs would groan with each step the pair made as they descended below— a second door would be found at the bottom, where Henryk would take out a key to open the door.**

**Inserting his key, twisting his wrist, the door would unlock as he moved into the room. He held the door open for Midelia, allowing her to enter inside. He was presently pitch black, but, Henryk would soon turn on a nearby lamp to give light. One corner, then another, and yet another would light up individually as Henryk lit the various candles and lamps that were in the room, allowing for the pair to be able to behold this room— Henryk's laboratory.**

**There were three separate work stations, covered with different instruments, with a metal table in the middle of the room. Off to another corner was a large cabinet with a lock, likely where valuables were kept.**

**At the first workstation it seemed to have been compromised of primarily botany tools, such as a mortar and pestle to grind plants, a few knives which were likely used to chop up or segments plants, among other tools— this workstation seemed relatively innocent enough.**

**The second, multiple bottles and odd instruments connected to one another through tubes and other seemingly mysterious machinations. To Henryk, however, he knew what these did. They were used to mix liquids, distill substances, filter unneeded qualities within these substances, to _heat_ these chemical concoctions, and more. It was an Alchemy Table, and this is where a lot of where Henryk's work happened.**

**Finally the third workstation. It didn't seem like much, however Midelia would be able to view a series of surgical tools on the table, and a couple of bottles filled with chemicals. It wasn't exactly evident what this table was for.**

**Henryk would remain wordless, allowing Midelia to view the scene of the lab.**
Patrick
```The forest spirit would listen to what Henryk had to say, her barken ears catching anything he said and sending it directly to her mind where she can process it. His recent proclamations of him pushing the limit of modern science to make sure people are helped did peak the interest of Midelia, but at the same time a slight worry would be inside the dryad's mind. Where does it stop? What will he try to do to gain his goals, it's a slippery slope that Midelia is all too aware of one she rather not see Henryk tumble down into.```

**Be careful not to push it too far, for you could unleash things much worse.**

```A simple statement in a more serious tone coming from the fae as she scans tbe room quite a bit more with her jade eyes, it wasn't anything special that is for sure. Yet it was something she hasn't seen before so it did light her curiosity quite a bit, eventually her loligaging in this room came to an end as Henryk beckoned her forth the dryad would follow him rather closely. Up close she would comfortably tower over the rather large half-human, a fact made even more clear as they descend down the stairs. Every step Midelia made on those creaking stairs would be rather loud, despite her thin frame she was still a walking tree and weight quite a lot. The creaking of her own bark and that of the wood of the stairs would create a loud cacaphony of noises, noises that would eventually come to an end.```
Beverly
**Henryk allowed the Dryad to ponder his machinations, looking between stations. When asked, he would elaborate for the fae spirit.**

"This is where the magic happens, yes. I spend many hours here— sometimes I forget the day pass by. Fortunately the volunteers who help remind me to come out of my study." 

**Walking towards the alchemy station, he would give her that desired explanation of what this does.** "This is an Alchemy Station— used for making potions as you may tell. I use it for extraction of ingredients, filtration of undesirables, heating the elements— so on and so forth." **The doctor ran a hand over the various tools on display.** "With these I can make more concentrated medications. These are my instruments which allow me to increase the concoction's potency."

**Stepping away, he allowed for the Dryad to continue looking upon his tools. The metal cabinet seemed to loom menacingly in the background— the Fae could sense something was being kept in there, locked from prying eyes.**

**The doctor observed the Dryad, looking at her various reactions and the body language in which she displayed.**
Patrick
```As the fae would continue observing his equipment she would also listen to what Henryk had to say. So that that was before her is an alchemy station? She has heard of these before but never really seen one herself, it all looks so strange and otherworldly to the dryad yet does it really function better to her methods? Does he really need all this fancy equipment to make what he needs to make, Midelia isn't certain but for now she pays it no mind.```

**In-interesting, it looks quite fancy.**

```Her body language would be a rather reserved one as her hands are on her back and her body would lean forth as she looks down onto the station, her legs close together her leaf like hair laying on her back and shoulders for now. Her face would be one of many eyebrows and surprised faces as she continues to explore the room, her back stretching as she stops looming over the alchemy table. Her bark feet would move as she straddles forth with lithe movements for a moment she would look onto the metal cabinet, she would stand motionless as she speaks.```

**And i-in there?**

```Her tone would be inquisitive as Midelia can clearly sense something coming from the cabinet, and well there is no better way to gain an answer outside of asking of course. That is what Midelia does her body language has gotten a bit more tense to the unknown presence.```
Beverly
**Henryk looked to his metal cabinet, approaching it. He would brandish his key, looking towards the Dryad.** "Nothing savoury I'm afraid. It's where I keep my ingredients." **He'd briefly explain to her.** "_All_ my ingredients." **Henryk then emphasized. His hand bringing the key to the lock, inserting it, then twisting. The cabinet would unlock as he opened it wide, his storage on display for Midelia to behold.**

**They were all organized. Two racks towards the bottom all his botanical ingredients— Henryk would kneel down to add more to the bottom. The jars of ingredients he collected from Crasmere Forest were added to his collection for later usage.** "I will plant these later." **He'd simply say, putting into mind that yes, he had full intention to grow these out so he didn't need to return to the forest to collect. The middle two racks were a series of vials of different coloured fluids with labels on them. "Bone Growth", "General Antidote", "General Antitoxin", "Pain Relief", "Healing Remedy", so on and so forth with generally straightforward naming conventions. These vials all had a particular purpose for them— mostly healing however there were some other vials of note Midelia could view. "Snake Venom", "Fly Agaric Concentrate", "Death Root Extract", so on and so forth. All related to poisons.**

**Finally, the top most. This is where Midelia would have been beholden to Henryk's more _disturbing_ collections. Jars of different organs and body parts kept in fluids— preserved. Kidneys, liver, eyeballs— even organs one wouldn't even be able to immediately identify were kept sealed within the jars, labeled so one would know what organ they were dealing with.**

**Standing from his knelt position after putting his plants away, he looked to Midelia with this neutral gaze.** "I know some of this may seem macabre, but, some potent healing remedies require some poisoner's knowledge. My mentor had taught me the use of various poisons so that I may be equipped to heal those afflicted by them. It happens more often then not, I'm afraid. However, this is why people rely on me. It's best to be suited for _all_ situations when it comes to the Medicinal Arts."
Patrick
```The Fae would step back as she allows the human to open the metal cabinet, watching as he brandishes a fancy key from his pocket her jade eyes observe his stance and his movements. It's almost like he is always tense and at a state of unease understandable as with the loud twisting of the cabinet which would almost echo through the room, the jade eyes of the dryad would fall upon his little collection. As she had thought it was all his ingredients from the most base concoctions to countless organs Midelia expected something like this. To her such practices would be rather abhorrent especially the organs, yet she understands that he would need it with his type of medical prowess.```

**It is so-sort of what i expected? While i am not ex-exactly a fan of the organ collection, i do understand that in yo-your type of medical practices it is a necessary thi-thing to do.**

```The dryad would calmly say their would be no malice in her voice only curiosity would be found instead, to Midelia this was all a bit strange even futuristic as it's completely opposite to her methods. Midelia used many more esoteric and tribalistic rituals falling more on the base components of nature and magic usage to achieve her goal. Perhaps to better results than what Henryk achieves, or perhaps the opposite Midelia wasn't sure but she was glad to have seen this unknown side to the medical arts that Henryk had now opened up for her.```

**I-i must say it has been quite interesting, many methods we sha-share but also so many differences. Is there more to your met-methods?**

```Her voice would be calm and her attitude would have changed since they first met, the dryad would've grown a lot more comfortable in the presence of the human. Both were rare specimens and both were experts in the biomantic arts and medical arts, stuck together in this small room due to shared and combined interest in their lifegoal.```
Beverly
". . . Well, I can't exactly _show_ you all the methods to my madness— I'd need some patients to show you my process." **Henryk would say. There was a pause, as he would drum his fingers along the side of his pant leg as he was in thought. It's been a long while since he had the opportunity to work with someone. As much as he hated working with other people, he would recall days where he'd follow his mentor around, studying beneath him. Perhaps there'd be a benefit to the both of them working together?**

"Though, perhaps, if you'd be willing... I would benefit from another point of view. I'd _also_ benefit from having a second doctor in my clinic. I believe I see a beneficial partnership between you and I. Your traditional style of healing and my own modern rendition could perhaps benefit each other— an exchange of knowledge between the two. I can teach you my machinations in depth, and you can expose me to your own functions."

**He paused. He was really doing this, huh?**

"Now— this is not an invitation for you to stay here. I am willing to house you for a time, however, we still are strangers to one another. I'm not willing to reveal the skeletons in my closet. Not now. If this proposal interests you, I still ask we maintain some distance as I am still not entirely certain of myself with you. No offence, it's simply a precaution. I'm sure you feel the same."

**Henryk wanted to establish that distance again— he wanted it to be clear he saw their relationship as more of a business one. One where they could bounce concepts and ideas to one another. He wasn't prepared to accept this person into his life as anything more— he was afraid to.**

**He kept that neutral gaze, standing before his cabinet of macabre ingredients and concoctions made from reviled practices. Despite seeming cool, it was evident he was afraid of making these significant strides. He was afraid of opening himself up.**

**He didn't want to feel the pain of losing someone close again. He wouldn't allow someone to get close to him again.**

"So. What do you say, Ms. Midelia?"

**He waited on her response.**

"Oh— well isn't that a neat twist in fate. I happen to have business in Alynthi as well." **Henryk responded in a matter of factly voice.** "I received a letter a few days ago offering to join a _expedition._ The group I'd be traveling needed a doctor. I couldn't pass up the opportunity, quiet frankly." **He would explain to the Dryad.** "I also have other business there, but, that is my main purpose. Perhaps I can organize another carriage and leave for Alynthi tomorrow morning?" **Henryk would suggest.**

**The doctor then offered Midelia a hand.** "Lets shake on it then." **He spoke thusly.** "A seal to represent our new partnership. Lets explore our arts in-depth so we may become pioneers of the medical field." **Henryk offered the dryad a small smile, breaking his usual cold demeanour with that of confidence. He was willing to make this investment as he knew this would greatly assist him in his endeavours.**

**He didn't mind her being flustered. For a being of advanced age, she was still a young spirit. Still— he hoped his words of maintaining distance would be respected. He was still insecure. Still anxious of forming new friendships.**

**He pondered a bit what could be her business, but, disregarded it. It was _her_ business, not his own. He wouldn't attempt to pry that information, if she wished to share she was free to.**

**Henryk would listen to what she'd have to say, then nod.** "Okay. We'll go your way then." **The good doctor would concede on this matter.** "I'm curious to see if your method to Alynthi truly is faster. I'll be carrying a pocket watch and recording our time." **The doctor made a husk chuckle, as though to convey he was jesting. From the short amount of time they knew one another, he didn't seem like the kind to tease or make jokes. Perhaps someone beneath that cold exterior is peeking through?**

"Then, tomorrow morning. Would you like to stay here tonight, or will you be staying in the nearby woods? I sense you'd prefer to be among the wild— no reasoning is needed, seeing as you're who you are."

**There was something a little exciting about this union which he didn't want to admit. He was, by nature, a solitary being. However, this deviation in his day-to-day life has been cause for some exciting developments— and even more in the near future. He could feel the glass ceiling he was stuck under begin to give way, as the progress in his arts are sure to grow.**

**He wanted her to also feel included. This wasn't all about _him_ after all. This was a two way street, he recognized that. Frankly, he'd rather the carriage, however he couldn't deny her of what she wanted. He had to show he was willing to try different methods— to look at another person's point of view.**

**He waited on her answer. It wasn't often he allowed someone to stay in his abode. Last time that occurred—**

**—It doesn't matter now. These are new horizons. A new day is awaiting for Henryk, as he is destined to view many new things and to see many new people. He could sense that his word will expand in the coming days.**

**It's been a long while, but, he felt eager.**

"Ah, _Wayshrines._ Yes, suppose we can use those." **A nod from the doctor.** "I was never a fan of those things personally. You miss the beauties of the world when you simply teleport between locations. Though, if it were something urgent, I understand it's use. I've had to in the past for urgent matters." **Henryk would briefly explain.**

"Ok. I have a few things to arrange here. We can reconvene at a later point then— if you wish to go ahead, then be my guest. I'll be in Alynthi for a short while, so, if we have the intent to find one another lets meet at the city square tomorrow at noon, yes?" 

"Though, if you wish to leave with me, feel free to lounge about somewhere. Or watch. I couldn't be bothered really— I just need to organize a few of my ingredients and prepare a some concoctions. Short work, should take me an hour or two." 

**He looked at the woman, seeing that inner child beaming out of her— she was an innocent creature. It warmed his cold dead heart a bit. Perhaps it's true that happiness does rub off onto others?**

**He wouldn't think about it any deeply any further, and he would ponder her response.**

**A few days has passed since the Doctor's journey to Alynthi.**

**Business at the clinic was running as per usual. The Doctor took patients accordingly— nothing severe thus far, as most were dealing with seasonal allergies, common illness and the likes. Things the Doctor was use to treating.**

**However, there was a particular case he wasn't expecting.**

**A knight, one he assumed has no renown, as he hadn't recognized them, would've been brought to him by city guardsmen. Henryk had brought the man to his clinic and placed him on one of the beds. Having relinquished the knight of their armour and weapons, this individual would be stripped to their trousers.**

**This knight seemed to have suffered a few lacerations— shallow wounds he was able to deal with. They also seem to have been experiencing a fever. Is it possible that this man passed through the Blackwater Swamp? Or, perhaps, they were attacked by bandits on the road?**

**The Doctor could spend all day speculating, but, right now he'd handle medicating this individual.**

"Midelia." **Henryk called, becoming her over.** "This man has suffered a couple of laceration wounds— nothing lethal of course, however he has begun a fever. Could you collect some disinfectants and bring some bandages for the knight?" **He'd ask his work partner.** "I'll be going downstairs for a moment— I'm going to collect a healing salve to speed the pace of his healing. I'll also be collect some needles and stitches to shut the wounds." **He'd explain to his partner.**
Josephine
*Vidal wasn't a particular fan of going to the clinic, he never necessarily believed in traditional medicine as he believed Solaris would heal his wounds. Though he took this as some sort of blessing from the Day Mother. He while staking out in a cave on the outskirts of Findara considering he did not enjoy the beds they offer in those inns, they were always too rough and hard to a point where even his Steel Armor was more comfortable than them. Maybe he should've chose a better area, he apparently stumbled on the home of a pack of wolves that were not too thrilled about his intrusion. His victory did not come without sacrifice.*

```"You know there's always a one trick solution to this problem, a nice glass of Mead!"```

*The Knight Said as he tried to lighten his situation, the full reality was that he didn't necessarily want to be here but he had to considering there was no other choice and he was already in the middle of an examination, the only thing he was worried about was paying. Though In the back of his mind he wondered where Amicus was, maybe having his lunch on some rat he found. He doesn't understand why he does that when Vidal offers him countless things that would taste better than some dirty plague ridden rat that's been living in a sewer, he doesn't judge nor did he care cause at the end of the day he wasn't the most pleasant being to be around.*
Beverly
**Henryk returned from the downstairs with a clear vial simply labeled 'Salamander Growth', before placing it on a nearby surface for later use. He also brought his needles, stitches, and an empty injection needle.**

**With everything collected, he briefly reviewed what Midelia gathered.** ". . . You know I acknowledge you as a expert healer, yes? You can proceed without my say. I trust you know what you're doing." **He'd tell Midelia, giving her the OK to apply the disinfectants.** 

**Henryk off to the side would begin preparing himself to stitch the gentleman's wounds together. He'd slide on his leather gloves, listening to the Knight speak as he allowed for Midelia to proceed with her own part of the process, to clean the wounds he suffered.** 

"Well, at least your spirits remain in tact." **Commenting on the Knight's desire to drink some mead.** "However, you should let the professionals work. Mead doesn't mend all wounds, I'm afraid." 

**He took the injection needle and prepared it. He opened the Salamander Regrowth solution and siphoned it from the bottle, preparing the needle for its eventual use.**

"My name is Doctor Henryk, and this here is my partner, Doctor Midelia. Tell me, how do you feel right now?" **He asked the knight.** "And, care to elaborate how this came to be?" **Doctor Henryk spoke with this cool tone. His pale blue eyes examining the knight up and down. He had looks that could kill— eyes sharp like a scalpel.**

**He would ask the usual questions while Midelia had been working on the gentleman.**
Patrick
```Moving her arm down she would grab some of the oregano she had grown on her body as she used the other hand and some roots to help unlock the bottle of honey, mumbling a few words to herself she would bring the two together in a sort of tribal ritual. Allowing the arcana to flow through her she would mix the two together adding a flavour of healing magic to it, it would only take a few seconds as her hands began to grow a bright green for just a moment as she "Empowered" The mixture. Eventually the light would fade and give way to a sludge of this mixture, with an ever so radioactive green tint. Despite it's disgusting appearance it would be effective with the power of arcana and natural solutions it would make sure the laceration wounds do not get infected and heal quite a bit faster and hopefully leave behind no scars.```

**T-that should deal with the l-lacerations hopefully. Fo-for the f-fever i would recommend using corian-coriander or pe-perhaps a burning ritual wi-with the aid of magic albeit those ar-are quite lengthy.**
Josephine
*He felt at ease as they applied the substance, almost in an instant his wounds began to scrap the pain that he was feeling. All things considered he had a very high regard for healers. They swear in to heal to which all that is life, which In his beliefs is most deserving of respect. He thought out as he was being treated, that they were a blessing from Solaris.*

```"It is a pleasure Sir Henryk and you Madam Midelia. I am Vidal Solis, Warden of the Oathbound. It is a long story about what happens, but let's just say I stumbled in something that I was not welcome to!"```

*Vidal chuckled a bit as the remainder of the pain he felt in his lacerations still acted into his laughter. Despite his injuries he still was in the most upbeat mood you could possibly think of, it was a strange sight but to Vidal this was just about every interaction, he could be robbed and he would still take the man for drinks.*

```"How do I feel? If anything everything feels better than it did when I was stumbling through you door"```
Beverly
**Henryk, once Midelia stepped back, had approached with his needle and thread.** "I'll be able to deal with his fever in a shorter period of time." **He responded in a matter of factly tone.** "As of right now, lets finish dealing with these cuts." **The Doctor spoke as he would begin with the first cut.** 

"This _will_ pinch." **Henryk spoke thusly. His hands would dextrously move, the thread passing into the needle before pocking the Knight's skin. The process of weaving the wound together had begun, as Henryk's hands moved in a flowing manner— it was like watching him manipulate water itself with how smooth his movements were.**

**The thin wire would pull the flesh together, closing the wound as the threading passed through the Knight's flesh. Once Henryk had finished shutting one wound he'd take a scalpel of his to cut the wire free. Then he began with the next wound.**

**Soon the wounds he had would be sealed shut. The healing process had already begun thanks to Midelia— Henryk's knowledge over Medical Arcana can tell the Dryad had used her own biomancy to heighten the effects of his disinfectants.**

"Normally the healing process would take a week to accomplish. However, I estimate that you'll be finished healing over night— with no scars after a three day period thanks to my partner here." **The Doctor would give an affirming nod to Midelia. He would take the Salamander Regrowth solution, but first using gauze to prepare an injection site.**

"This injection will heighten the healing effects. You _will_ feel hungrier as this increases your metabolic rate— essentially you'll be burning through food faster than normal. I hope you're not afraid of needles." 

**He placed the injection to his arm before pocking a vein. He would push the salve's solution into his body, before promptly removing the needle.**

**Now done, Henryk would place bandages on his wounds and the injection site.** "There. We've done what we could." **He would say.** "Now for the fever. . ."

**Henryk knew what he could use.** "A moment. I'm going to prepare another solution. Midelia, can you keep him company for a moment? If you have any temporary remedies in mind, feel free to employ them." 

**With that, Henryk returned downstairs once again.**
Josephine
```"This is my first time actually. I always relied on Solaris the Day Mother to heal my wounds, as so she has provided. And today she has crossed our paths together has she not?"```

*Vidal smiled, of course he did notice the lack of formality in her dialogue. But many people come from very different backgrounds, that is something that he enjoys about life. Is that whenever there's a new person introduced to you, there's always a new story to be told. Part of him enjoyed their company even if it would be very brief.*

```"I must ask and forgive my intrusion madam, but how did you discover yourself to be a doctor? I've always wanted to be one but I suppose it just wasn't my calling."```

*He said as his fever raged on inside of his head, though it was nothing to complain for. Let alone being attacked by a pack of wolves who didn't exactly want their home being intruded on is something he'd take a fever over any day.
Patrick
```The fae-spirit would listen attentively to what the human had to say, it was her job to keep him busy for the time being. A job she intends to do well, as the sound of gods enters her ears and makes it way to the factory of her brain. Midelia would begin to manufacture a response to such statements of divine intervention, while realizing it is meant in good favour she decides to give some advice in her usual rather quiet voice.```

**H-having faith in the go-gods goes a long way! B-but next timr carry so-some potions and the li-likes of such, the-there will be a time when lu-luck abandons you.**

```She would say as she moves her hand to his forehead, allowing the sharp tip of her finger to press onto Vidal's forehead. It might capture Vidal off guard, almost like a needle pressing on his forehead. But as fast as it came it stops, Midelia retracting her hand as she thinks to herself for a moment.```

**W-well your fever isn't that bad i cou-could do sone quicker methods but my com-comrade has it covered.**

```She would say as she hears his question, being caught quite a bit off guard the fae isn't really sure if this stranger is privy to a story she rather keeps for herself and those few she allows a bit deeper into her bark. Stuttering for an answer Midelia would provide a simple and rather unclear answer.```

**I-i well i fo-found him in the forest where i-i usually reside and on-one thing went to the oth-other...**
Josephine
```"I suppose you are right, perhaps I was a little careless in my travels. May I ask what you injected me with? It feels strange but I can't explain it."```

*Though he did agree he was too careless in his travels, he also still believed in the divine blessings he so continues to fight with. It is Solaris that provides him his strength and his mentality. His everlasting devotion is what heals him as it had his whole life.

*He was also off put by the vague answer, Vidal was confused as the fae replied. Though he paid no mind towards it as maybe it was something only they could understand which he thought not to press any further on*

```"Luck only gets you so far I suppose. But I'm not one who relies on such a thing."``` 

*He replied with a bright smile.*
Beverly
**Henryk would come back in just as he asked about the healing salve he used.**

"The components used in the salve I gave you utilizes a synthesis of Worm Wood, Dittany, and Salamander's blood." **He'd elaborate to Vidal.** "I used my Biomancy and _Alchemical_ expertise to take the chemical components that promote regrowth and turned it into a solution which I can administer via injection." **The Doctor had arrived with a stone bowl with this greenish-clear liquid in it. Collecting a wooden cup, he'd collect from a nearby waterskin some water to pour into his cup.**

**Now that he had this cup, he'd pour the mystery liquid into the water, stirring it around, then presenting it to Vidal.** "The liquid I put in the water is a more _traditional_ medicine. It's from a plant called Matalafi, found in hotter climates. I had this exported from Khisfire." **He explained briefly to Vidal.** "It'll help treat your inflammation— I primarily use it for individuals suffering from fevers or body aches." 

**The Doctor stood back now, allowing Vidal some space.** "Becoming acquainted, are we?" **He would ask— not in a teasing tone, but a matter of fact tone. Midelia knew Henryk wasn't one to usually joke around and tease, especially in the workspace.** "Perhaps curious in the arts of Medical Arcana, Sir Solis?"
Josephine
```"Yes I suppose we are, since I was about the size of a fence post I've always wanted to quaint myself in the profession. But it just didn't call out to me I suppose."```

*He picked up the mystery liquid handed by the doctor, it looked a little blah and the smell was not pleasant either. He crested it on on his lips and chugged the thing, just as he thought it was not a good taste. What did you expect, the things that help the most are not the most pleasant to experience.*

*He coughed and just about almost threw up as the taste was horrid, just about one of the worst things he's tasted though afterwards was not all that bad. The knight had been through so much, killed bandit hives, kill monsters just about twice his size, and then he would always do all of those again. But drink that? That's never happening again.*

```"I'd rather still be bleeding than drink that ever again."```
Patrick
```She would look at Henryk's arrival nodding her head in affirmation, looking at the liquid he began to stir around as her jade eyes look at his pale hands moving around the cup. The liquid was quite strange Midelia has never been to Kishfire she despises sand it's rough and gets everywhere. But this doesn't mean she isn't aware of the benfit of many of it's natural plants. Lucky for the fae she can grow them on her own accord a fact she decides to mention to her comrade.```

**W-well next ti-time i can grow them for you i suppose.** 

```Hearing his comment Midelia wasn't sure how to respond, this human before her seemed interested in learning more of the medical arts. A task the dryad isn't really interested in teaching but it's decently clear that her companion is, two half-humans interested in the arts of healing what are the odds the fae thinks to herself but deciding not to mention it. As she witnesses Solis almost puking infront of her the fae wouldn't move much remaining motionless and only commenting on it.```

**T-there are worse concoctions this one wil-will do fine, you on-only have to drink it once.** 

```With that stuttering comment the fae would allow Henryk to continue his conversation with the fellow half-human, were they both of the same race? She didn't really know what other half Henryk was but the tree-spirit had presumed it was most likely an elf same for the patient infront of her. Perhaps they can sense that? Midelia wasn't really certain how humans worked on that regard.```
Beverly
**Henryk gave a nod of affirmation to Midelia.** "Simply going through my stock. I'll show you its leaf after we're done." **The Doctor spoke, before looking down to Vidal.**

"Yes, worse concoctions indeed. Though I find the herbal taste to be manageable myself." **Commenting on the fact he'd rather be bleeding out right now. The Doctor began packing things away— the needle would be collected to be sanitized for later use. Production of these instruments weren't as common as he'd like them to be.**

"Curious to find another Half-Human step through my doors. Tell me, Sir Solis, the Oathbound are those sell swords, no? Of a more _clerical_ sorts, yes?" **Henryk had asked the Warden of the Oathbound.** "Whom is your master, and what is your purpose?" **The Doctor now asked in a inquisitive tone, staring down Solis with these piercing blue eyes, probing him for information.**

**Henryk had identified that a curious individual has entered his clinic— a chance meeting to perhaps further his own goals.**

**The Doctor has begun a plot.**
Josephine
```"I would greatly ask you to not refer the Oathbound as 'Sell Swords'. I hold it not against you, but the guild itself is not a mercenary group. It is an order of which the Goddess of Justice Kamara oversees."```

*Vidal stood up, as the medicine coursed through his body he felt better than ever. Feeling as if he was finally able to stand on his feet he could understand the doctors inquisitive behavior, he understood the question of Vidal having a master. Perhaps to make him swear another. He was skeptical, though by the order of the guild he still reserved the right to deny an Unbreakable Oath to him.*

```"Forgive my intrusion, but for what do you ask about who I serve and my purpose? What is it that you seek within these curiosities?"```

*Vidal stood and walked over to where his armor had been stuck up, it was sitting in the corner along with his blade. He grabbed each piece of his armor and slowly put them on as the two went on about him and his position.*
Beverly
"I'd like to meet the person whom you serve." **Henryk responded as Vidal stood. He wasn't going to stop him, he didn't see the point— he'd allow Midelia to be the one to express concern for the knight's wellbeing.** "See, I'm an individual who wants the best for people. I'm a _Doctor_ after all, and I have a mission to make medicine more easily accessible." **Henryk explained all but briefly to Sir Solis.** "If I'm not to be mistaken, Oathbound typically serve individuals of noble origins. People who have the power and resources to help the meek and weary. An individual like that. . . I would want to meet to make my case. Understand?" **Henryk had explained to Vidal.** 

**Of course, he knew he had a situation going on with Vierna. He was to test her mettle soon— to see if she was worth serving as a doctor to. Henryk wanted to expand his network however. More people he knew, the faster he can accelerate his work. More people can be medicated.**

**His eyes followed the knight as he moved. Watching what he would do next. He didn't ask for payment— typically he would, however he decided to be generous in this instance. He wanted to show goodwill towards the Oathbound in hopes he could find what he sought.**
Josephine
```"I serve nobody tis have no master. But you are correct in your assumptions as many Oathbound Knights serve those of nobility. Forgive my prying behavior, but what is it that you need of me Sir Henryk?"```

*He attached his scabbard back on the back of his armor though did not want to pick up his weapon as he did not want to threaten the probing doctor. What is it that he wanted of him? He was skeptical and hesitated for a moment before speaking up again.* 

```"What is your price for your services? I will pay you as compensated for you services Sir Henryk."```
Molly
**Forgot to press send a few hours ago**
Beverly
"Hm." **Henryk looked up and down his fellow Half-Human, seemingly in thought. Then, the idea eclipsed. He had a proposition.** 

"I maybe going to dangerous lands soon in order to medicate people. I still have to discuss details with the person in question, but, regardless of, I need a bodyguard." **He would briefly explain.** "I maybe not a noble, but I am a Doctor with renown. Why don't we form an Oath? You have no master after all, no?" **He would rationalize.**

"I'll give you free medical care, and I'll take care of you so long as you pledge your protection to me. I think that's a fair trade? Besides— I think I can direct you in a way that'll assist many people." 

**Henryk lapsed his hands over one another.** "My work isn't black and white— some may look at my methodology to be disturbing. But, if you can look past that, I can promise you we will help many people." 

"Though, of course, before we form an Oath, I do want to get to know you better. Likewise, you probably would want the same. Yes?"
Josephine
```"It is advisable you do not refer it as a master, purely an oathbound client as it is called. But I do not need your services as payment, though purely coin is the only terms of payment. The only negotiation is how much. I am willing to accept the Unbreakable Oath, but yes I am a little curious of who.. You are"```

*He had a shadowed suspicion about his motives, although this was by the Order of the Guild and to trust his gut when it comes to swearing the Unbreakable Oath.*

```"I am Vidal Solis, I am known within the guild as Vidal 'Sun-Wielder' since I am a worshipper and a servant to Solaris the Goddess of the Sun. I was born in the Capital of Findara as we step here, this is my home. Before I had joined the guild I was a Royal Guard for the Findaran Royal Council serving for 11 years. At any time within the Oath you choose to relieve my services, you must be compliant into paying the necessary amount otherwise as per the Order of the Guild I am permitted as to my will to retrieve it."```

*He wanted him to understand what he was getting himself into, as he did not see medical attention as a sufficient form of payment nor did his superiors. He was expecting the doctor to tell him who he was, he needed to be sure he was not fighting for a lunatic.*
Beverly
**Henryk thought for a moment, then shrugged.** "Well, unfortunately I'm going to have to rescind my offer." **An audible sigh left his mouth. He won't go into the details as to why he decided to revoke his own offer— it was embarrassing to say the least. Midelia knew the story, he didn't need to tell every stranger he met his woes. Not to mention Henryk had the intent of using Vidal's own services to seek out ingredients he needed and to protect him under the circumstances he left for Lazaroth.**

"You're free to leave. Your body will be completely healed after a three day period. I don't want your payment— take it as a sign of goodwill." **He made a dismissive hand gesture, the Doctor moving to pack his things away in a nearby shelf full of his stock. Same place Midelia found her ingredients.**

**The Doctor murmured to himself. He was annoyed, and when he had been facing Vidal he could very well see he was bothered. _Money._ The ultimate evil. It was material wealth that dictated everything— it's coin that has made him beg to various nobles and merchants for their support. It's why he's working hard to ensure his partnership with Vierna, why he doesn't care if he leaves for Lazaroth.**

**He had no ill will towards Vidal. He simply hated his circumstances as a Doctor— the discussion of money further pushing his incredible dissatisfaction.**
Josephine
```"I will still give you some sort of compensation for your services, I am obligated to repay somebodies good will in any way possible. I give you my sincerest apologies, as the ways of the guild are out of my control. I hope that our paths may cross again, Solaris smiles on you Sir Henryk."```

*He put his helmet on and threw his cloak over the top of his head, he slid his Two Handed Great-sword into his scabbard and nodded his head towards the doctor. He turned his head towards his assistant and nodded his head to her as well*

```"I bid you farewell as well as you Madam, your services are not forgotten. In any case I am obliged to repay you for the favor. Maybe not bounded by an Oath. But as a favor for a friend, if we ever cross paths again I will gladly assist you. But that day is not today my friend."```

*He nodded once more and picked himself up and headed towards the door, though he did feel somewhat melancholy as he seemed like he was in need of one. Though where he was going is a matter that needed immediate attention. He prayed Solaris would cross their destinies together, so that he could repay the favor. Before leaving, he left a little coin purse with 50 pieces of Gold. It was his way of saying thank you, as he believed giving back is a good omen. He then stepped out of the door to pursue the sole reason why he came back to Findara.*
Beverly
**Henryk watched as the room had emptied itself, leaving himself, the clinic, and that sack of gold left behind.**

**He uttered something to himself, clenching his jaw as he would softly place his head against the medicine cabinet he was at, making a few curses.**

**He really hated how desperate he was— furthermore, something in his blood was pained by the rejection.**

**He cursed his other half— his blood was tainted by something _undesirable,_ and it made him feel this way. It made him lose a sense of control over himself.**

**The Doctor left an exasperated sigh escape his mouth as he attempted to recollect himself. He quickly fixed his hair, stood straight, and looked upon his own reflection in one of the medicine vials.**

**Back to work.**
James
A week and more would pass from that sudden meet back in the Capital of Alynthi. A Drow meeting with a Half Human, one unexpectedly providing a path. A Noble, and a Doctor. Both ambitious, yet perhaps just as much foolish to the blind lure of change. Whatever the case, this destination would be their next arranged meet, the time coming for a most unorthodox rite of passage. 

From Alynthi to Findara via Wayshrine, the only notion of her decided destination would be the faint note Henryk had left behind. An address, one she found with faint difficulty given the foreign nature that was Findara. The troubles of crossing through so many Cities, and such faint differences that boggled the mind. Nevertheless, the fairly humble abode she imagined would be reached, and with it the expectation to meet the cold exterior presented just that week ago.

Vierna herself would naturally avoid the night dress previously encountered due to the sake of travel and decency, the Lazarothian now out and bound in a mixture of affluence and formality. A white blouse, sleeves rolled down to her elbows. A feminine vest accompanied it, at its exterior a darker shade with a puffed up lower region. Noticeable by the trimmings of the collar and faint exterior, there would be a distinct showing of royal purple from within. Chest region slithtly parted to give way to a necklace that decorated her, a crimson red in colour and clearly foreign in design. That, too, the showing of her dark grey tones. Lower down, heeled boots accompanied a skirt of similar colour to the vest's exterior, inspired faintly in gothic tradition. 

 Her hair seemed to lack its typical free flowing nature, now sorted into a braided ponytail that seemed to mesh well with those silvery locks. Pointed ears more noticeable, her face flashed the composure of that Drowish sharpness. A confidence, a mystery as befit the true wants of a Lazarothian. Though also, perhaps intrigue at just what this day would teach her; of herse

Lf and of this strange Doctor that seemed to demand to know the Noble's worth as a person.
Beverly
**She reached her desired destination, having followed the address Henryk gave her during the fated meeting a week ago, now standing before the clinic. The building was sizeable, little bigger than the others but not _too_ big, as there were some larger structures nearby. The outside door was made of a fine wood, reinforced with metal. A sign on the door with the word "Open" Hung, implying it was business hours. Next to the door another sign was hammered to the clinic's wall with the text "Dr. Henryk's Clinic". Henryk didn't seem all too imaginative with names, and got straight to the point with his branding.**

**Pushing through the door, Vierna stood in a reception area. The front desk wasn't being manned right now, however a bell run right over her head. From a door behind the desk, she'd be able to hear a certain gentleman call out.**

"Just a moment!" 

**Further observing the room, there were chairs lined up for people to sit at, some children's toys in a box, along with another door nearby, and a set of stairs going upstairs. The stairs had sign in front of it stating "Do not pass". Seems that was probably somewhere private.**

**Finally, our beloved Dr. Henryk stepped from beyond the door behind the desk. When he saw Vierna he paused for a moment— his facial expressions weren't quiet like when they met. He was visibly caught off guard, did he forget that they were meeting today? They never really set a concrete date, after all.**

**Henryk, quickly breaking out of his flustered state, would quickly fix his hair before speaking. Pale blue eyes meeting with her own set of more _radiating_ blue eyes.** "Hello, Vierna. Hope you had no trouble finding the place?" **The doctor asked, having recomposed himself.** 

**Henryk presently wore similar closes from before, the difference however was his sleeves were rolled up right now, he had a slight disheveled look to his visage, and evidently looked like he was busy with work.**
James
A momentary startle alerted her to the bell's sudden ring, thus beginning the start to this peculiar reunion. The shout of that nearby voice made true the presence of one gentleman in clear haste. A momentary composure hit her, that faint inkling of a smile as she observed this Half Human and his ever so simple workplace. The children's toys, the absent desk that loomed mysteriously on guard for a waiting client or two. It seemed there was little in terms of staff, an idea to note for one who so urged that desperate offer to come assist her in Lazaroth. 

A passive stride moved closer to the desk, the origin of this voice or so she assumed. Wherever the Drow roamed, a confident exterior always seemed to find itself; like one who had been here before and knew every inch of this standard structure. Those lingering moments of inspections would soon fade however, as Henryk made his introduction upon their most sudden reunion. 

As the Doctor strode out, Vierna would meet his fluster with a prepared smile. Her hands calmly met one another, narrowed eyes briefly looking over that disheveled style. Perhaps it amused her, or perhaps it spun a tale of one working so hard for little gain. The Lady would keenly reply to his sudden flutter of words, but the topic she considered wouldn't stray from her thoughts. 

"Doctor Henryk. Yes, those bold letters were a keen giveaway. As for the rest of this City, not so much. I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Doctor?" A quick glance lingered down to his attire, an indicator as to what she meant by the look of a very busy man. Of course, it wouldn't be the last of her words as she casually adjusted her blouse and offered a quick step closer to the desk in keen inspection.

"We never spoke on a specific date for this, if I remember right? Such was the plan, to see you at your element."

"And you, to inspect my own, if I remember right? That was the agreed arrangement, I believe? It has been quite long." The Noble explaining, her movements seeming to cease and now focusing on inspecting the Half Human. There, she seemed to watch for those possible falters or even renewed composure.
Beverly
"Yes." **Henryk nodded his head.** "That is indeed the agreement." **He would affirm, huffing a little.** "Okay. We're dealing with a sensitive case today— perfect timing honestly, I sent Midelia out for the day. She deserves a break, but, my timing was misfortunate." **He would briefly explain over.** "Come, lets walk and talk. I have to collect some tools."

**He'd walk to the basement door, taking a key and unlocking it. He would open the door to begin walking down, stepping through first, knowing Vierna may want to keep eyes on him going into a spooky basement.** 

"The patient I'm dealing with right now is suffering from wounds dealt by what I can only assume was a _Necrophage._ Likely a 'Drowner'. They're common in the Blackwater Swamp, drowning anything alive before devouring them." **He'd explain to Vierna, stepping into his main work area. Vierna would see the various workstations he has coupled with some supply cabinets which kept his things.** "Drowners are known to have a toxin that renders the victim paralyzed and causes blood clotting, effectively causing the victim to drown in their own blood. Though the patient cannot move right now, I know for a fact they're in a state of panic—" **He looked to Vierna and point towards his two eyes.** "—I can see it in their eyes." **He added, before turning away.** "They're going to need an Antivenom, which I do not have. I'd need to hire a monster hunter to seek a Necrophage to slay one and bring back their glands— unfortunately I don't have that sort of money to make it worth their time. I have other Antivenoms, but, I don't know if they'll work." **He'd open his main cabinet to reveal different organs which have been jarred, along with plenty of other tinctures.**

**He would look over his solutions, and then briefly look over to Vierna with a serious gaze, the icy chill within those eyes.** "You'll likely see someone die today. Do you understand?" **Henryk would ask the Lady in this macabre tone— the sudden rush and plunge into action maybe a lot for the noble, but, maybe this would be a good time to show their merits.**
James
A keen nod would offer itself upon the affirmation, Vierna having remembered the arrangement in truth, but it was always a useful test for the other. There would be little time to consider these careful games however as the rather dishevelled Doctor offered his point, and the task at hand. Clearly the sudden nature of it caught the Drow off guard, a moment to converse lost without that sudden need for moving. 

"Oh..?- Uh, yes. Very well." It would only dawn on her the seriousness of the Doctor's role, the task she likely was going to face without his later explanation. Instead, her eyes gently watched the shake of the keys and the shudder of that basement door. - Henryk would be right in his assumption of caution, the Lady much preferring to keep an eye on the Man as she slowly followed down these stairs. 

"I.. I'm glad you and Midelia have blossomed some way of a partnership. Truly, I expected her to return to the Forests after Alynthi.." - A casual comment would be made, its usefulness to the task at hand proving very little as Vierna's blue gaze fluttered about the main work area. Henryk's words more or less quietened her, the words of an expert spoken so bluntly of this horrid creature. She had seen her fair share of events in Lazaroth, but rarely did her privileged origins force her to learn of these dreaded beasts. - That much became certain with her reaction. 

"Drowners? Gods.. This is... A common occurrence with you?" Vierna tried to offer, playing into some interest while finding clear disgust by her tone. She would temporarily freeze up as Henryk made further his point by the point towards his two eyes. A temporary falter of that usual charismatic exterior, Vierna now remained in a foreign field. "I.. I see."

.

But it would be the final few shuffles and cold words that truly struck her, the gravity of the situation becoming dead serious. There was no time to laugh it off, this was no fancy ball or wine filled social gathering. This was real, and despite some falter with her words she would find some diligence in this truth. A nod would come in reply to Henryk's cold questioning, an uneasy manner that showed her inexperience yet with words that showed that flare of drive. 

"What.. Do you need me to do?"
Beverly
**Henryk began collecting the instruments he may need.** "Quiet frankly, I don't know what you _can_ do. I was hoping you'd come in on a quieter day." **He'd briefly explain, collecting some of his tinctures.** "_This_ should slow down the poison. . . This will likely provide some pain relief, and this— Yes, repopulation of blood cells." **He was speaking to himself, before looking over towards her.** "I'm about to review the patient's situation further. It's been over a day now since they've been attacked. There's going to be a few sacrifices made today." **He would begin to walk back towards the stairs with his vials and instruments.** 

". . . Just. . . _Observe_ and figure something that may help. I don't care if you simply console the patient, or give me encouragement— Today— Today is _not_ the day to teach you how to be a nurse." **A heavy sigh left his lips.** "Come on."

**He'd walk back upstairs with her presumably following behind. They'd enter where he kept his patients— the door behind the desk. Beds lined the area with a few storage cabinets nearby.**

**It will now finally dawn on Vierna who they're dealing with.**

**A man knelt by the bed while a child, a boy of around 12 years of age, had been in the bed. Their arm was lowered to a position below their heart, off the bed slightly. A few tools had been nearby, seems the Doctor was already attempting a few things to make this work— but that arm. . . It was turning purple. Stages of necrosis most likely— the venom having attacked the flesh of this innocent.** 

**And those eyes— the child couldn't move their body, but those eyes were wide open, darting around. Occasional groans left their lips, as though they wanted to talk— no, _scream._**

**Doctor Henryk deposited a few materials, looking upon the child's arm with visible worry.**

"Sir." **He'd address the father, who would raise their head, acknowledging Henryk.** ". . . I don't have any of the Antivenom we need— it's been well over four hours now, we've entered an incredibly dangerous threshold. Your son, he. . ." 

**The father quickly rose to his feet.** "_Doctor!_ You can't— You can't give up! Not _now!"_ **He would shout.** "There's still a chance— there has to be!" 

**Henryk would listen and make a darken expression, frowning. He wasn't sure what to say— he looked at this child's state and felt his heart sank. His issues keep piling up, the lack of materials to help people continue to cause misery for others. He would feel spite in his heart, not towards anyone, but himself.**

**Looking at the arm, a glimmer entered his eye as an idea dawned on him.**

". . . I _can_ save him. However, you have to accept the consequences." **He would simply say.** ". . . His arm. That is where the Drowner managed to leave its mark. The venom is still in there. I can engineer an Antivenom, however, I will need to remove it." 

**The father's eyes widen.** "What? You— You can't! He needs that! He'll be deformed— I. . ."

**Henryk gave a heavy handed response.** "His arm has entered a state of necrosis. He will die if we leave it as is. I can save your son, but, you need to accept the sacrifice it'll take. I have no other options."

**Vierna was stuck between the two— the tension was high, incredibly high. The father was clearly hesitant, and the child— those eyes would spell nothing but fear, as he was completely cognizant, but had nothing to say. . . Because he could not _speak._**
James
It was clear this would be no simple task, the Drow brought right to the deep end of this work all for some silly game of proving her morality. There were moments that left her speechless, the realisation setting in. In those moments where she followed after the Doctor, a faint feeling to just abandon this whole plan had started to set. The entrance, the door was right there, yet what would that make her? If she was too cowardly to face one patient, how could she even consider ruling over thousands? 

There would be no time to discuss the matter, for what faint guidance she had, observation was her only thought. Those moments to ponder flashed by quickly, from back upstairs through to the collection of beds and the very scene that brought her into the truth of this situation. The Dark Elf was keen to lower her head, lips parted yet silent as she watched both the Father and Henryk bicker over the poor boy that remained in clear trauma. The paralysis, the dead shot look and the desperation of the Father all combined to that stressful scene. 

Amputation, she was smart enough to realise Henryk's plan, but seemed to empathise with the Father. It was all so sudden, but with their time there was very little to debate with. If they weren't quick, then this young boy would surely meet a terrible fate. Vierna had to consider her worth, not one to practice surgery nor simply spectate this very seen. The Father would be Henryk's first obstacle she imagined, a slight tinge of faith that the Half Human could perhaps solve this if only with their trust. Thus, a hidden tool of hers seemed highly valued. 

.

There was hesitance to butt in, an outsider especially a Drow she supposed would earn some shouts from a grieving Father - But she had one tool that in her life had grown to exploit. Not for the kind of good that it may provide here, but for her own wants. As tensions continued to rise and her silence seemed quite clear, had she truly found herself in over her own head? The struggling child and the hesitant Father, both problems that this overworked Doctor needed to deal with. But soon, spun a sudden addition of the Drow's own soft words. 

**"You.. Must calm down, Sir. You will, for the sake of your own son.."** - A statement, typically blunt and direct especially from a stranger would usually be ignored, but perhaps to the Father it rung a completely different tale. That previously lowered head would be raised, the confident sapphire eyes of the Drow clear in eye contact as her words fluttered more soothingly to the ears of the man. To him, it was not just a suggestion but one so obviously right. One, from a tone that could hardly be resisted. To Henryk, her words were unlike anything she had offered before, a tone both alluring and demanding, a softness like no other. In truth, her innate Enchantment magic in keen display.

Regardless, soon after her words and the effect it would have, Vierna's expression showed herself still feeling that blatant stress. A distinct hope that it would work, an obstacle to try and ease Henryk's tensions. There was still the child, a matter she considered and hoped Henryk would offer guidance as she looked to him after those sudden words she spun.
Beverly
**The effects settled into the father's mind as Vierna spoke— it was like he was spoken a command, a piece of guidance he can listen to. He didn't know who she was, but, his moment of distress made him vulnerable to manipulation.**

"Y-yes. . . Doctor— please. . . Save him." **The father would speak in a softer tone now.**

**Henryk's eyes looked to Vierna, then back to the father, delivering a prompt nod. He moved towards one of the cabinets where he would take out one of the tools he needed for this endeavour. A bonesaw.**

**Henryk made a slow return, holding it, while the father held the son's opposite hand, clutching it. Fear written in the visage of both father and son.**

**Henryk looked to Vierna, before speaking.** "Console the boy. I don't want him to feel fear while this happens." **He told Vierna, it was evident he identified what she did— he knew the art well, it was a power within his own blood. He saw use in Vierna here, a tool exposed for him to use right now.**

**He would take a leather strap and wrap it above the bicep. Tightening it. He would prepare bandages, as well as one of his regenerative tinctures for this endeavour.**

"Fret not. I _promise_ you that he'll be saved. This arm— I'll be able to use it to engineer the Antivenom we need." **He'd now look to Vierna again.** ". . ." **No words were spoken as he prepared, waiting for Vierna to deliver her words. His cunning mind using her as a tool— a way to relieve pain from the boy, to keep him distracted from the pain.**

**He placed the saw to the arm, looking to Vierna expectantly. His eyes kept this calm, as he seemed confident in what he was about to do. Not to mention. . . He forced himself to trust her here.**
James
Relief as the Father obeyed, the realisation kicking in at the exposure of her magic to Henryk's viewing. There would be no surprise in his reaction however, the way he spoke entailing this idea that the Doctor knew all about the Magic that clung to the other Half of his origins. It would be peculiar, an insight into eachother that couldn't be discussed yet given their situation. The guidance she much needed by Henryk earned him a nod, Vierna grimacing a moment at the sight of that bonesaw as she neatly lowered herself down to the side of the bed closer to the subdued Father and the paralysed child. 

The Doctor's look back to her was a daunting one, knowing that it would only be her that calmed this mind away from that horrific pain. The trust was evident, one in the ability of Henryk and now in Vierna's calming magic. To her, a simple spell would not suffice, calm would not ease a mind wracked with such pain. Instead, a more Adept level was required. If she were a tool for Enchantment, then she'd be considered a particularly gifted one. A huff and a glance away from the bonesaw tried to remedy composure as she offered a faint smile to the struggling child, beginning her work.

**"Shh, child.. Calm your mind. You're not here.. Let me show you.."**

Her hand would reach forward, the tip of her nail soon reaching the forehead as offered a soothing shush. Leaned forward enough to avoid sight of the saw herself, her concentration grew better and better through every fleeting moment. To the others, her movements meant little but to the boy, the growing haze of fog would mellow his thoughts. An ease back into the bed, a calming sense of pure unknowing of the exterior and reality of the world. Instead, the only offering would be the soft whispers of that Drow's tone, painting a picture that would be this new memory. 

.

**"Shh.. See..? Of course.. There's no pain here. You're with your.. Friends, in the market square, see? The bustle of the crowds, the spare fruits so simple to pluck without anyone batting an eye..? You're.. Safe.."**

It would be the Noble that crafted this new found memory, easing the thoughts of the boy. As if he were in his own world, Vierna seemed to keep him there as she went on with describing this place that played out in the boy's head. It would leave Vierna preoccupied, her sapphire gaze starting to cloud, leaving Henryk to do his work while the boy was at peace. 

***"There's a man that approaches you.. Familiar, comforting. Your Father.. He's there, offering you a smile and beckoning you over. You know with him, that you're.. Safe.."***

The true trial remained in the harsh gore that Vierna herself would be forced to hear, and if it would harm the memory that kept the boy quiet. In so deep within the thoughts of another, her own composure would be what brings life from death.
Beverly
**The child's eyes softened a bit as the Drow would enact her spell, lulling them into a sense of security. The father watched, wordless, as he would utter a simply prayer to whatever God was watching, hoping his son would live to see another day.**

**Henryk held the bonesaw to the arm. There was a moment of hesitation before finally making an audible sigh. He would _press_ the saw against the arm, beginning the process. Flesh tore as blood began to spill onto the sheets of the bed and the hardwood floor. The child's eyes would grow tense, letting out a series of grunts as tiers formed in their eyes— but the magic, the pain would be silenced for moments —but then violent flashes of the bonesaw cutting through them would plague their mind with the pain. The child wanted to scream but couldn't. Vierna could see the mixture of terror and relief in their eyes— a god awful mesh between reality and enchantment.**

**As Henryk cut through bone, a gnarled squelching sound could be heard as the child's eyes rolled back having passed out from the pain— the arm was finally removed.**

**Henryk moved to quicker begin bandaging the arm, covering it and applying the bandage tightly. The white sheets already staining crimson. The father was weeping now, uttering apologies to his child. The doctor quickly moved to take a needle, siphoning some of the regenerative tincture, and poking a vein, injecting the liquid.**

". . . This has bought us a little bit more time— the venom from the Drowner has likely already circulated to other areas, so we need to do this fast." **He would take the child's severed arm.**

". . . The child is unconscious. Come on, we don't have a moment to waste." **He almost _ordered_ Vierna to follow with him, beginning to walk out from the clinic area and back to the basement with the arm.**

**He didn't actually care if she followed, it was to her. He knew what must be done next.**
James
As the Doctor began his work, that sweet memory she offered in his thoughts seemed to remain for those few harsh moments. The crunch of the arm, the harsh sawing of flesh nevertheless was a sensation that even a distraction struggled to deal with. Those few moments of peace was all Vierna could best offer him, as the severity of it all came to a close, far surpassing the Drow's own capability.

 Vierna shuddered throughout the worst of it all, teary eyes from the boy almost replicated by the Noble in their brief connection. That fabricated reality wouldn't last, and thankfully the fortune of the boy passing out left her mind to go free, too. A gasp escaped her, the cloudiness of her pupils fading back to normalcy as she inched back in horror. Teary eyes looked up to witness the horror of that amputated arm, and the rather blunt words of a man who clearly has done far worse. 

It would terrify her in that moment, how she couldn't hold her magic long enough, that the final moments of the amputation were felt in their worst state. The gnarled squelching sounds remained drilled in her mind, causing her to look in guilt at the passed out boy. It would be Henryk's sudden command that brought her back to reality, a brief wipe at her teary eyes before perhaps more meekly following along per the Doctor's request. Perhaps she wanted to get away from the scene, to hide the guilt she felt. Nevertheless, Vierna would return to her feet with a slow stride along, keeping to her silence.
Beverly
**Back down into the basement,**

**Henryk placed the arm onto the metal table he had at the center of the room. He had pulled out a needle with a large bottle. Nearby he had his alchemy station ready, prepared for use— along with that he had _liver_ in a bottle, sitting in formaldehyde. It was an awfully large liver too, likely belonging to a horse or cow.**

**Henryk have began poking his needle into one of the severed arm's veins, extracting the infected blood and depositing it into the emptied glass jar. He'd take as much as he could— he needed room for error to increase the odds of engineering the Antivenom.**

**His eyes looked to Vierna, as he could tell she was utterly floored by what occurred.** ". . . Thank you." **He'd simply say.** "That child would've likely entered shock and died during the sawing process. Your. . . _Magic_ managed to calm them and lower their heartbeat. That's what made the odds so much likelier that I can do this." **He would explain to the duchess.** 

"I'm sorry this is what you've walked into— at least, I'm sure this was the farthest thing you expected to be a witness to." **Henryk would show some grief for the fair lady, apologetic she had to experience all this.** "But, this is the reality of my work." **He would then solemnly add.**

**He finished the extraction and moved towards the alchemy table.** "I'm going to need to use some of my biomancy to make this work. This is beyond the realm of standard medicine— _this_ is medical arcana." **He would speak, gloving his hand, then proceeding to open the liver jar.**

"Utilizing this horse liver, I am going to infect it with the child's blood. Through that, I'll be stimulating the liver so it may filter and funnel the necessary chemicals I am looking for. From there, I will filter it through my alchemy station to purify what comes out. Essentially, I'll be forcing immunization within the liver so I may use the end product to cure the child."
James
Even distant from that dreary scene, she could do little but consider the child that waited, passed out with a limb lost. A grieving father with hesitation, that which she robbed from him with the simple draw of that alluring speech craft. There was guilt in her mind, a stain in her typically composed stature that would only further spoil by the sounds of needlework from the Doctor. Vierna wouldn't dare look at the amputated arm, nor most of the work Henryk interacted with. Instead, she'd be at some distance, a hand gently against her forehead as she recovered from her struggling breaths. 

It would be Henryk's words that eventually caught some reaction, a brief side eye that looked to the busy Doctor. Thanks, was what she deserved? It all rushed too quickly for her, a contention in her life of the morality of such a magic she possessed. Free will, taken in a second. Even when it was needed, it still felt wrong. The Doctor's explanation seemed to stir some sense however, not enough to cheer her up though as she silently watched the man, in thought. 

The reality of his work? Perhaps it painted a picture to the horrors of common life, of beasts that her gated life had best kept her away from. It was a humbling experience, albeit a terrifying one. As Henryk began to explain his work, a dismissive wave soon would be made as a gesture before speaking. - "Not a moment to waste, you said, Doctor. Save the child. I care not for a lecture. Not.. Now." Finally, the Drow offered a verbal reply. It seemed blunt, emotionally driven yet commanding, the thoughts of that child clearly on her mind. There was a softness to it however, coming from a place of care that seemed to linger.
Beverly
"Of course." **Henryk would give a prompt nod, before removing the liver from the bottle. He began his preparations, setting his alchemy station up, putting tubes in the ducts and funnels of the liver in order to feed through the poisoned blood and extract the bile which is secreted.**

**Henryk would take a breath, as he held the liver in his left hand, and began making a hand gesture with his right. He pointed to fingers up, thumb extended out, before placing it onto the liver. _Suddenly_ the liver began to spasm a bit, before beginning to move on its own, contracting and relaxing. A yellow hue rolled off the eyes of Henryk as he exercised his magical capabilities in this moment, showing the potential as a Biomancer.**

". . . Now to feed it the blood." **He took a syringe to extract blood from the jar, feeding it into the inputting tube which entered the liver. The organ would continue its various contractions— its purpose in the body was to cleanse toxins, and thus, Henryk would use his Biomancy to force the Liver to adapt.**

**From the outputting tube, which was connected to the _sinusoid_ channels, this pinkish-red substance would pass through and into another jar. It was a slow, and painful process, leaving Vierna to just watch. When the bottle of extracted blood was emptied, _only_ about 1/4th of the same amount of liquid trickled out.**

**He proceeded. Now he would siphon the extract and purify, running it through his alchemy station. The process wasn't worth explaining, but, essentially Henryk was separating the forcefully produced antibodies from the rest of the bile the liver produced— the liquid being made to forcefully breakdown and excrete the venom within the liver. The final product was about only an eighth, maybe less, or what the blood had been. All the impurities, and the venom changed into this mere vial of Antivenom— a solution which had a little chance of working.**

**Henryk held the vial, a marooned substance. He looked at it with this look of doubt in his face.** ". . . This is _all_ that the arm could yield." **He simply said, there was a slight tone of wavering confidence. His face said it all, he needed more, but this was all they had.**

**He would look to his supply cabinet, trying to think. A thousand thoughts going off. He clutched this small vial, trying to think on how they could produce more.**

**Sweat visibly rolled down his face, as his hand would pass between bottles. There was a sense of desperation in the air, the Doctor was trying— he wanted to save this individual. Beyond that cold exterior was an individual with a gold heart.**

**He needed some words of affirmation.**
James
Respecting the nod, the Noblewoman was left to observe the work that Henryk so proudly mentioned before. Eyes darting to the liver held up, the first showing of spasm causing her to wince ever briefly as the needle came and Henryk began his work. Tense, but the way the Doctor worked, a renewed confidence seemed clear with the temporary nurse. He was diligent, hard working and above all wouldn't stray from the dirty and depraved level that a Doctor must go through. A boy and his Father, likely impoverished and meaning very little to the more high status Doctors of her own Families' acquaintance. What this Half Human did was intriguing to her, still finding him quite the curiousity. 

Filtering through unnecessary bile, she watched as more and more of the strange liquid that came from that amputated arm lessened and lessened. The anti venom finally on display. To her, it just seemed like another concoction of a differing colour, but to Henryk it must have been what he needed. Relief as he held it, then a realisation staring over at Henryk's sudden shift in glance. "Henryk..?" - The growing silence of the man, the sudden urgency in his movements, it was clear something went awry. Vierna practically froze in her place as the Doctor rushed along through arrays of bottles without much guidance, leaving her just as much speechless save for the few desperate calls. 

"Doctor..?"

The rush of the Doctor only meant one thing, the facade of coldness presented typically on Henryk having been thrown away in desperate need to help this boy. All the weight of this task lay on his shoulders, a realisation that to his failure, a boy would die. In Vierna's place, she could see how such a weight could end up killing the man that strived for so much more. And here, she was expected to act as a Nurse to him. Or what, but a fearful Noble girl out of her depth and frozen as he panicks and looks for some solace to his issues? An Aspiring Duchess would never fall to such failings.

"..Doctor. Please... Henryk!" - The voice of the formerly quiet Noble would rise, some adjustment in her step as she made a keen approach to the struggling man. A hand temporarily encroached upon his space, gripping upon that disheveled shoulder piece in hopes of grabbing his attention. A composure would find her, a heavy huff that followed as she hoped to look him deep in the eyes with her next flurry of words. - in no way rehearsed. 

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"Henryk.. Relax, please. I know little of this trade, but the truth that your mind is rushing faster than you can think. Falling to the same weakness as that Father, Henryk, just relax.. I.. I can't help solve this issue, whatever it may be, but I know you'll never do so like this.." 

A faint smile managed to find its way on her expression despite the situation, Vierna pushing herself hard to try and reassure the boggled mind of the Doctor. Enchantment, her skills and persuasions, all on keen display to settle the mind of the man that she acted as Nurse for. A desperate move, that nonetheless she needed to perform. - 

"..I want to see the man who I spoke to, that week ago. Who preached for change, a desperate drive like no other that made me consider my own thoughts. Doctor Henryk, I need you to save this child. Let those doubts fade, cause I trust you.. Okay?" Her words eventually eased, a reassuring nod going to Henryk as she awaited some way of reply. - there was no attempt to force his mind via Enchantment, just her own affirmations.
Beverly
**Henryk listened over to her words, having a moment of pause as he would collect himself. He took a heavy breath and exhaled. His eyes briefly looked to meet with Vierna's before nodding, then looking back at his cabinet.** ". . . _Perhaps_ I can create more. If I had spare blood. . . I could potentially create more antibodies the child needs. . . I _need_ blood however." **He would collect a needle, holding it in thought. He pursed his lips, thinking. Normally one would infect an animal with a dosage of the poison to allow overtime immunization, but, he didn't have an animal, not time. He needed to speed the process up.**

**He thought about using the regenerative salves he kept, but, he needed that blood— he never had anywhere cold enough to store blood bags. So, he drew himself to the most desperate of solutions.**

**He would collect a strap and some needles. Taking another spare jar, he placed it onto the table. Taking that strap, he wrapped it around his bicep, tightening it. He'd wipe his arm with gauze, before preparing to draw his own blood in excess.** 

". . . Forgive me for my foolishness." **He simply said before poking himself with the needle. He proceeded with the extraction, siphoning his _own_ blood and collecting it into the jar.**

**The crimson pooled, it collected. He used himself as a source of blood. He _needed_ blood. He was his own livestock— he was his own cattle to use for Medical Arcana. The Doctor in a desperate attempt to save the boy would use his own blood to ensure the child's survival.**

**He collected a _pint_ of his own blood. He would relinquish himself of the needle before bandaging himself. He left the dirtied needles out and held his jar of blood, bringing it to the alchemy table.**

**He prepared a couple of things— mainly rearranging tubes and bottles. He was going to introduce what he managed to produce to his own blood and allow antibodies to be made— all this, coupled with the use of his arcana to speed the process. The involvement of magic, to him, lessened the odds of this working. He believed that some things needed to _naturally_ take course, but, that wasn't something he had the luxury of doing.**

**Thus he commenced. The vial of marooned liquid would be introduced to the doctor's blood. He made a few hand signs, yellow arcana rolling from his eyes as he began the process.**

**He would cast _Lesser Restoration_, the spell he needed in this instance, typically used to heal poisoned conditions. One of the chalk rings— a magic circle no doubt —drawn on the Alchemy Table would glow with yellow arcana— it seemed he had this all prepared in advanced. With _this_ he would artificially heighten the speed in which his own blood can adapt to the Drowner's toxin.**

**The blood would then go through a synthesis process again, where the undesirables would be ejected and the desirables would be collected. He took a new jar— one more jar, as he collected his new solution. He had about half a pint worth of the marooned substance, now collected.**

". . . Lets go."

**He would step onto the first step before wobbling a bit, leaning up against the staircase railing. He took a quick breath.** "Ah— moved too fast. . ." **He'd audibly say, clutching the railing, before taking another step.** ". . . That child, he _needs_ this." **He spoke with a voice of determination.**
James
It seemed her little speech had worked, her relief shown by that present smile as the Doctor began his more clear reasoning. Just like that, she would ease back to allow him to process it all, soon witnessing him pace along and find his much needed answers. Perhaps she found his methods rather radical, witnessing him tighten at his arm and take his own blood for the sake of the child. It stunned her, to say the least, his apology causing her to further pause with some faint reply. 

"Shush.. There is no need." - Perhaps in hope to relieve any guilt, Vierna tried best to reassure him. A momentary wince caught briefly before she observed the the collection of a brand new anti venom - the result far more hopeful than the last that caught such a panic. The magic, the attempt, all seeming to tire the poor Captain that now lost a pint of his own blood, willingly. 

It would be his urgency, the struggle noted by his wobble and lean that drove Vierna to act. The Drow, with slight hesitation, would guide herself to his side - trying best to support the weakened man that offered blood for the child. It was the least she could do, trying to help escort him along to the child's place. - "I.. I know, Doctor.. He'll get it, from you. Not far, now.. I'll help."
Beverly
**Step by step, up those stairs— the way up felt like it took minutes. The hallways having artificially grown longer in size within Henryk's mind as the pair approached the child and the father.**

**The Doctor would present himself once again to the patient, setting his newly formed concoction on the side. He wordlessly took a needle, and began extraction, before looking to the child who was still sound asleep.**

**He could've saved the arm, if he had the antivenom created before hand, with the appropriate monster glands in stock, he could've increased survival tenfold. A grievance of his that'll weigh on his mind for a long time.**

**Now wasn't the time to feel regret. Now was a time to perform a miracle. He took the needle and injected the child with the solution, beginning the process of circulating the antivenom through their veins— to save him.**

**The Doctor pulled the needle out from the skin and laid it aside. He stood back, and he simply waited.**

**5 minutes passed.**

**Then 10 minute.**

**. . . Half an hour passed, with the Doctor standing there, unmoving, before finally the father shot his head up.**

**The boy's hand twitched, before curling his fingers, holding his father's hand in his sleep.**

**Hope would flood the father's face, as Henryk would shed a simple smile.**

**A miracle.**
James
The climb of those steps seemed symbolic, the path to success often being a long one. A difficulty, with Vierna acting as assistant to remedy this stressful time. The Drow had no idea if this concoction would succeed, but she herself had placed that trust in Henryk. It was only a matter of time til she found out if her words helped with success or delusion. 

As the moment came when the patients were seen once more, Vierna instinctively eased her support on Henryk. She knew he would want to appear confident, upright and without the support of an assistant - not appearing as just another client. The Drow kept a notable distance, witnessing the event in silence as she watched Henryk inject the boy, then the wait began..

Both doubt and trust collided as every minute passed, the sickly boy's silence heightening her fears through every moment. Still, that inkling of trust remained as she looked to Henryk's every motion. He seemed determined, needy for this treatment to succeed; a desire they both shared.

And then, the Father's reaction, and the twitch of his son's hand. There was activity, a change in atmosphere as she watched Henryk's typically cold demeanor light up. Vierna too would share in that relief, a smile appearing on that stationary expression yet not desiring to offer complements just yet. - it was the Father that deserved the moment, of course, but if Henryk looked back he would see the Drow's relief just as much as his own.
Beverly
"This is my thanks to you." **He simply said, depositing utensils for use. He would pick up his glass and take a sip out of it, not showing much of a reaction when drinking from it.**

"Don't drink that too fast. It's alcoholic. _Moonshine_ is what the common folk call it."
James
As that time passed, Vierna grew more and more comfortable with their desperate success, the safety of the child provided offering that sanctuary away from prior gloom. Naturally with the invitation to see the other slice of life found in this Doctor who typically hid himself away. A secret seemed a difficulty for the pair now, having seen eachother at their most vulnerable. 

A certain intrigue came with her inspections, a humble place that of course seemed ever so inferior to the Estates she had been used to. A lack of servants, or more suited in her case, slaves. Regardless, the Drow didn't seem to complain as she found some final comfort after that terrifying scene. The Doctor seemed terribly busy before, and finally he had his solace - now with present company. 

Before Henryk had even begun preparing food, there would be a time where she inspected the variety of books, and rather slyly anything she could cheekily spot to loosen the cracks of Henryk's cold exterior. It all seemed simple enough, and for one with such gruesome work, those skeletons she doubted to find in public view. Eventually, she'd find her way to the Half wall where she watched Henryk busily sort his food. Treated to his own cuisine? Certainly a gracious offering for a Lady of her status, though perhaps the scene was far different. Not just for the sake of her title, but of the work she assisted with him. A collaborative effort, with equal reward. 

The smell was something, far better than the odor of bodies below. If Henryk were to take a look in her direction, he would spot the look of amusal. - Was he being extra for her sake, she wondered? It was truly an item to gossip. 

.

A casual gaze hovered over to the bottle and glasses presented, the jar a peculiar sight. It seemed this would be their drink, having to trust the man and his tastes. Judging by the lack of reaction, it all the more intrigued her. Too weak, or was he a grizzled man of this drink they call Moonshine? Not much comment yet, as Henryk's words found reply instead.

"Thanks, to me? All I did was talk, Henryk. It was you who solved it, in the end." A playful shrug soon followed, though this humble nature soon retreated as she offered humorously afterwards. - "Though, I was rather convincing, hm?" - A self pat on the back, all in playful jest as she then lowered her gaze to the glass of Moonshine. The name intrigued her, enough to place a hand at her glass and casually swirl it while in contemplation. 

"The common folk call it that..? Blessed by Lunam herself, or something?" - Her comment on the Goddess of the Moon, trying best to decipher its meaning before taking a sip herself.
Beverly
"Moonshine was typically made during night, beneath the moon's light. People in the country made this— believe it was something made in Gantrick by slaves, brewing alcohol beneath their slaver's noses. They'd pray to Lunam for protection, _and_ a good brew. The technique on how to brew moonshine eventually reached the ears of others, and I wanted to try myself." **Henryk explained.**

**Sipping on the moonshin, it was a _stinky_ kinda booze. It was strong— it may catch Vierna off guard. It had a burn. A _good_ burn. It tasted sweet and fruity, like peach. It was smooth and went down the throat easily.** 

**The meat he cut was juicy— the butter and juices from the onions and garlic having soaked into the meat. Henryk took a piece from the cutting board and ate it. He chewed, enjoying its tenderness.** 

"You used Enchantment Magic. You assisted in a way you knew how. So _again,_ I thank you. I think you've shown me enough. I see you for who you are, Vierna." **He would say, offering her a small smile.** 

". . . I'm just. . . _Disappointed_ by the circumstances. Monster Hunters are expensive to purchase for their services. There are many monsters out there that have lethal toxins— some _far_ more lethal than what we dealt with today. However, I have that concoction I made. I have a small supply. . . _For now._ I'll need to get my hands on Necrophage glands eventually, I _know_ I can make a polyvalent solution that can cure multiple venoms. I'd just need—" **He sighed.** "Excuse me. I know we should be celebrating this small victory. Just can't help but ponder the _ifs_ and how I can engage this in the future." 

**The poor Doctor, still thinking on his next plan of action. Never seeming to take a break.**
James
Genuine curiousity seemed present on the Lady's expression, seeming to be right with the idea that Lunam had some influence. A tradition from Gantrickan slaves, oh how intriguing. There was some notion of how they were treated, perhaps the worst victims of the slaving trade yet. The topic seemed to pass her mind, a general acknowledgement of his explanation by a faint nod as she soon brought the glass to her nose. A quick sniff, and an almost instant reaction to his peculiar smellyness. Vierna seemed to looked back at Henryk in some surprise, at how casually he drunk it. A challenge in some ways, that brought her quickly to take a sip and face the heat! 

Lifting her glass, the trickle of liquid entered her mouth only sparingly before the effect hit almost instantly. A burn, a shock to her senses that caused her to wince ever so suddenly. Fluttered lashes peered back to the Doctor, likely imagining his expectation of reaction as the taste was savoured and soon lingering. "Mnh.. Gods, that's strong.." - The glass would be set back down, almost a tinge of disbelief that Henryk made little in reaction. He must have been used to it, something the Drow seemed to struggle with at first. - "You.. Can certainly handle your drink, Doctor Henryk."

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A faint smile seemed keen, but rather quickly did the topic flow at the viewing and cut of meat that Henryk casually tasted. She had a utensil of her own, but choose to remain distracted by the conversation ahead. Talking, she seemed to enjoy that. His next words in particular were rather important to her, the reply to her casual remark. That smile was unique for Henryk, perhaps she was of the rare few to earn it but of course it would be met in earnest by one of her own. Her test seemed complete, was it approval from Henryk she just witnessed?

"Well, I'm glad for one that this day didn't end in total tragedy. You.. Seem to have clued into my magic fairly quickly, Doctor. Enchantment, indeed, is a tool gifted by my Family blood. Be it my own personal want for stories or not, but please do indulge my curiousity. Have you had previous run ins with this magic of mine, I wonder? Or are books your solace? I noted your collection, though some men in past I've met tend to boast a quantity yet never actually lay a finger on the words. For a Doctor, I imagine you must be different." - Intrigue, genuine curiousity seemed paramount as she mused about his collection and origin of Enchantment knowledge. 

Regarding his frustrations, she would allow him to finish before offering much reply - an understanding look that best befit the trained Noble. 

"I.. I understand you, Henryk. Seeing.. That boy, Gods, to think there's worse out there. That mind of yours, your considerations, that's a tool that should never be dulled. Perhaps, though, you can allow a few moments of your time elsewhere? With this food you've so kindly created, and the company I hope you enjoy it with? The future is a topic the both of us must discuss regardless, if our agreement is more than just a hopeful speech?"
Beverly
**He would make a sensible chuckle at her reaction to the drink.** "Not as strong as Lazarothian wine, hm?" **He would say, sippin' on his moonshine again.** "It's a different sort of delicacy. I prefer your wine, frankly, but, I'm a self-made man. I wanted to see if I could make a pleasurable brew." 

**Glass now deposited on the island, he looked behind her to view the book collection.** "I want to say I've read most of this— however this isn't my collection. It was my mentor's before he passed away." **He'd briefly explain to Vierna.** "He taught me about magic, and I read my sum of it— Findara is a hotspot for arcane knowledge, so, identifying the arcane has become relatively easy for me." **He would avoid the topic somewhat, deflecting onto the idea he simply learned about the various magical arts. He didn't want to have to open _that_ can of worms.**

"So, suppose we can discuss our arrangements now. The future is at hand, yes?" **Henryk would say, looking upon his cutting board. He took his fork and skewered a piece of that steak, placing it in his mouth, chewing then swallowing.**

"Lady Vierna, you and I, it's almost fated for us to have met. I suspect we're bound to continue working together in the future." **His eyes panned across his dwelling.** "This place. . . It'll sell for a high price. I know so. I've had people trying to purchase this clinic for _years_ now— I wouldn't even be surprised if my taxation issues are do to the fact someone wishes to have this property in their name." 

**His eyes looked to Vierna.** "So, what is it that _you_ see in the future between us?" **He now asked.** "You know my work. You know my ambition, and, you know my _needs._ I trust you have mutual feelings about our partnership, Vierna."
James
The Drow couldn't help but snicker back at that witty remark, a line she remembered uttering that long week ago. - It seemed a memorable one enough for recollection. 

Regardless, it seemed she found some dissapointment in the knowledge of her magics. No stray Bard that tricked him one night, nor a practice of it himself. There would be no show of it, however, instead a simple acknowledgement that soon brought her gaze to the collection of books once more. - "Your Mentor's collection? My, you do have quite the hidden tale." Vierna simply acknowledged, spoken in her typical Noble flavour before moving along to the topic of business. As Henryk regarded selling his clinic, her gaze seemed to follow the stares of the Doctor, allowing him his flurry of words with little to interupt. The time to speak would soon be offered however, then of their future working together. Allowing the Doctor to savour his meal, Vierna would instead focus on her reply. - almost amused how Henryk worded that last collection of letters. 

"I have found you one of the more.. Peculiar kinds, in my travels. A meeting by coincidence, an arrangement drafted almost.. Suddenly? It dawned on me with your desperation, if I were simply about to aid a man so crazed for opportunity to free himself from the hole in which he dug. Then, when you witnessed your failing to treat the boy, I saw something new from you. Helplessness, then determination." The Noble paused, wasting no time in watching the flicker of the Doctor's blueish gaze. Her words were business, a serious note as she collected her thoughts that meant more than a simple glass of Moonshine or a collection of books. A notable pause, that lingering of mystery as it felt like she was considering her next choice of words closely.

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"It made me consider what you could be with those resources you so lacked. A Half Human Doctor, performing miracles." - There would be another stop, almost like she were inspecting the Doctor shamelessly before her gaze peered away. Contemplation, a moment she had wanting to add more yet decided otherwise. Instead, a more subdued tone returning. - "I wish to offer you a job. A Doctor, in my service. That, and an accompanying role as an Advisor of sorts. As a newly made Duchess with the goal of an outward view, I need such voices within my space." The offer was quite the formal one, Vierna looking him over as she would any on her mind before continuing. - "Such a position will grant you the resources you so desire, the space aswell as those dearly in need for such service."

A final thought came to mind, a tap at her chin as she eyed the Doctor again. - "Know that this role will require your loyalty to me, and my cause. I need you to trust me with this, as much as I trust your own work as a force for good. Understand..?"
Beverly
"Vierna, you've managed to impress me today. When I told you to simply observe, you instead assisted me in an incredibly difficult task. The merit of your character befits that of a queen." **Henryk would tell Vierna.** "I believe, Duchess, that it would be an honour to serve you." **The Doctor spoke thus.**

"However—" **Here comes the caveat, the Doctor's conundrum.** "—I know Lazaroth is a dangerous place for _me._ If I find the environment to be too hostile towards my likes to a degree that my life maybe threatened, _or_, if my work arrangements are _not_ to a certain standard, I will take my business elsewhere. I trust you, my lady, but I do not trust Lazaroth. Not yet, anyways. Is this a fair arrangement?" **Henryk asked. He wanted to make sure his own safety was guaranteed in a unfamiliar land. He had trust in the Duchess, but, he knew his presence would largely be unwelcome. He was a foreigner, and a _human_ at that. He may have a noble's protection, but, he knows there'll be those who'll attempt to undermine his lady's word. A risk he is willing to take, so long as Vierna can provide for him resources and safety to the best of her abilities.**

"I will swear my loyalty to _you._ I will perform my duties in your name, I will perform _miracles_ in the name of Duchess Vierna Argith. I will be your Doctor, and Advisor to House Argith. Together, we will make Lazaroth— and the world —a _better_ place." **He rose his glass of moonshine towards her.**

"To a brighter future, Lady Vierna." **He would say, before knocking back the rest of his drink in a almost celebratory fashion.**

**Setting his glass down, he would push out air from his lips.** "Now then. . . Suppose the night is young, yes? Lets. . . _Chat._ I want to get to know my employer better."

**Smooth Henryk, smooth.**
James
The flattery seemed well received, the mantra that **Befit a Queen** Particularly striking at her thoughts. A tinge of amusement, then consideration for her own need to speak with the very Matriarch of Lazaroth. Vierna imagined her appointment to the title would earn curious onlookers, especially her young liege. That passing thought soon dissipiated however, her exterior well kept with a smile. It would lessen eventually, a tone more serious as she listened in on the Doctor's valid means for complaint.

"One's welfare and treatment should always be their utmost concern. What good of a Duchess would I be if not to facilitate your work and health to the quality any Lazarothian would expect? I understand perfectly, and these are terms I will boldly manage. That is, if you can persist in the quality I too expect of you." - A notion of mutuality, it seemed Vierna wasn't too keen in a one sided gain. It seemed Henryk knew that, with his later words swearing such loyalties to her Noble person. 

.

"To a brighter future." - Vierna shared in his final words to her, a tinge of amusement found as she snickered with that raised glass of her own. Watching the man go for his drink in quick succession, a moments hesitation led her to linger on the glass she raised. More modestly, she would take a hefty sip instead of the whole lot - a wince that seemed to find quicker composure as she lowered her glass. 

The talk of business slowly seemed to fade, now, a new side of Henryk seeming to sprout. The Drow caught onto his tone with subtle narrowed eyes, a playful scoff while she weathered the effects of that liquor. - "Oh..? I wouldn't refuse the curiousity of a man who finds little time for events like this. Though, to ask of a Noble like me would surely extract some price, no?" - Vierna offered her words, bending the idea of this chat into a game of her own making. - "Every question I answer, you will indulge me with a curiousity of my own. A look into the employee ever curious of my Noble person. Agreed..?"
Beverly
"I believe this trade is fair." **Henryk would nod his head in agreement to her terms— he suspected she was going to be asking some sensitive information, and he would do his best to not reveal too many skeletons in his closet— she will likely do the same.**

**Henryk would stab his fork into another piece of the cut meat, sticking it into his mouth. He'd chew and swallow— ah, looks like he caught a fatty bit. He'd swallow it, though it was not entirely pleasant. Nobody likes grizzle.**

**Henryk would now pose his own first question, something to sate his own curiosity.** "Indulge me on House Argith. What is your family like?" **He'd ask the Lazarothian— essentially wanting to know what her family was like, how they shaped her into the woman she was today.** 

**Henryk figured that by asking this, she would ask about his own family. He already prepared this story thousands of times over— he wouldn't lie, neither will he gives full details on his origins. Nobody will ever know that dark past. He could still remember those images burned into his mind. The bunny masks.**

**He eyed her with those arctic blue eyes, an expectant gaze awaiting her response. He pondered if he'd meet the rest of her family, surely she'd wish for his services to extend to the rest of them as well.**

**So long as his work is facilitated, and given proper care, he'll do the same.**

**Henryk's hand passively went to his collar to open his dress shirt up a bit, undoing the top two buttons. The alcohol made him feel hot.**
James
Family. A topic, she so despised. Whether it were the cruel ancestral history of the Argith name, or the more current political bickering, there her travel and distance away seemed a solace. The question certainly stirred her thoughts, but not enough to crack her composed exterior as she considered her reply. 

"That..- That has no simple answer. They're proud, I would say. Lazarothian in its purest and perhaps.. Most challenging form? Most of them wouldn't like you, I would say. Half Human and all, heh.." There would be a moment of weakness, a brief consideration of her words that soon fluttered to a gaze into Henryk's Arctic blue. 

"I spent most of my younger years away from them, I'm afraid. I tutored under the Royal Court, while my Mother and her siblings were.. Embroiled in their own issues. It seemed the line of succession wasn't so clear, the privilege offered to my Mother's older sister. Now, it's she who calls to me to take up the mantle. You'd like my Aunt, Lualice. She always was different from the others." The Drow would say, lost in thought momentarily before remembering their arrangement. Glad to move away from it, Vierna would defy expectations with that question of her own. 

"Who was your mentor..?" - The Noble offered in curiousity.
Beverly
"Dr. Lucius Eiher, a Sun Elf." **Henryk responded, looking beyond her and to his collection of books.** "His daughter, Elena, and him were of a higher class, originating from Khisfire. Dr. Eiher studied the Virtuvian Sect of Alchemy, which involved teachings from both Healer and Poisoner schools of alchemy. Vitruvia, the Sect's founder, believed that people can be healed from donated parts of other living beings— that the deceased can heal the living. That form of healing Dr. Eiher learnt was then imparted onto me." **Henryk explained, playing with his fork as the pair spoke.** "He's unfortunately passed away. Some sicknesses simply cannot be cured, I'm afraid." **He stopped playing with his fork for a moment, thinking upon the circumstances of how he died. A forbidden Biomancy. Magic even Henryk didn't know about. The Laws of Equivalent Exchange taken to a new height— one that cost his life.** "He left me this clinic. Little did I know that this place turned out to be more of a _burden_ then a parting gift from a late mentor." **A sigh escaped his lips.** 

"I suppose while we're on the topic of mentorship, who taught you your Enchantment Magic? It's evident how I practice my magic, but, I'm curious how you honed your skills. Lots of social engineering, I assume."

**Magic, a good conversation for intellectuals.**
James
"A Doctor, lost to a sickness he could never cure. A terrible fate, I'm.. Sorry that you had to deal with such a loss." The Drow wouldn't tread too far into that territory, a death was always a serious spot that couldn't totally be remedied by humour. The Noble seemed to allow him to ponder, enough for his next question: The topic of her magic.

It was more a refreshing theme for her, that much shown by that encouraging lean and casual raise of her hand. Almost on show, she allowed the trace of pinkish-purple magic to resonate from her fingertips; similar to when she tapped into the boy's memories. - "This magic is innate to my Family, actually. Academies have been raised and lost in Lazaroth throughout my ancestor's lifetime, one in particular I had the privilege of honing such skills. Of course, my role in the court as a Lady in waiting certainly helped. A Noble in my station tends to do more talking than fighting, so it all fits rather keenly, I'd say. My preference.. Has always been talking, regardless." 

The Enchantment flickered away, a purplish hue seeming to flare through her pupils before dissipating with a keen smirk. Her reply was short, not dragging the topic too far and simply decided to fling her next thought. "Now, I mean to get somewhat personal here, Doctor. A Half Human, as far as the tales I've heard, tend to show off features of their shared race. The pointed ears of an Elf-" The hand that formerly played with her magic traced over to her own pointed features. "-The Orcish height or brawn, and such other things.. But I struggle to find that other part of you. It has long made me wonder what race you share your origin to..?" A personal question indeed, and one with clear curiousity on her part. Vierna had leaned in by now, indulged long enough to enjoy this very conversation. It may be hard to shake her off it, infact.
Beverly
"Ah, I suspected this would be coming. You desire to unveil the mystery of my blood origin" **Henryk would say, halfway amused as he made a slight chortle.** "Not even Midelia knows that. I've not revealed _that_ secret to many. It's a. . . _Shame_ of mine, so to speak. My blood— I've done well to hide the demons. To tame these feelings evoked by my _other_ half." **Henryk looked at the meat, thinking about himself. His nature. The dark desires. He stabbed his fork into another piece of meat, lifting it up.** "My mother was a Succubus." **He would simply say, observing the meat. He watched as the juices trickled down the fork, dripping off the base of the head and back onto the cutting board.** "My father, Human— so I assume anyways." **His eyes shifted from the meat to Vierna.** "I was an orphan. I don't know much else about my origin. They aren't my family. I may share blood with those two people, but _I don't care_ for them." **He placed the meat into his mouth, chewing, tasting its juices, admiring the tenderness of his product before swallowing.** "They imparted me with curses— there are days I wish I hadn't been born, but, I choose to wrestle these demons. The carnal desires that come from my Concubus heritage. . . I exercise them through my work." 

**He would pause, deciding to not go any further. The alcohol had already sealed his lips enough. He didn't want to reveal much else— he didn't want to reveal his true familial origins. The bunny masks, the acts of macabre unity he witnessed. The over indulgence and excess which made his stomach twist. The trauma still existed. He was just a child.**

**Duuna's shadow lingers over him.** 

**Henryk took a few moments, before letting out a hefty sigh.** "Erm— Apologies. Didn't meant to self-loathe too much." **He would say, making a dismissive hand gesture.** "So, what're your plans after today?" **He would ask the Drow.** "Where are you off to next?" 

**His question now pined on the future.**
James
And it seemed the topic of Family were both a touchy subject for the pair, but his claim of being part Concubi seemed to surprise her the most. Out of all she imagined, part Succubi? It painted a new tale, his cold nature acting perhaps as some shield away from accusation? Then again, who would truly trust a Doctor that spent more time seducing than actually treating.. 

For some she imagined in the mainland, there would be a tinge of fear in his existence. Long had she known Tiefling, Succubi and her own Kind to be dealt with in clear distrust. - But to Lazaroth, those kind were more than welcome. Strangely enough, some considered it a refuge. 

.

"..Really?" - Vierna seemed more curious than anything, partly down to her own origins and of past experiences with such a kind. Rather humorously, she had plans set to meet with a Noble of that species. Partly cheating in their game of questions, the intrigue in his race was just too much for her to avoid offering her cent or two. "I've known the mainland to be quite cruel to that kind, your kind. Truly, you provide your distractions well. I.. Could hardly tell you were of that kin. I won't pry any further, but know that Lazaroth hardly cares for that kind of presence. Your Half Human side, well.. Ehm, I'll.. Stop there." - Realising the cruel fate that beset a Half Human Half Incubi, Vierna could do little but awkwardly snicker at the thought. Thankfully Henryk offered a topic to move away from that thought, quickly. 

"Hum, my plans? Heh, Gods, the topic returns but I plan to meet another in Findara. - West, I believe, to the province known as Hyburn. I will be meeting with the Duchess of that Land, The Lady Lilinore Greydark." - A formal meeting, but the thought continued as she quickly added. "Heh, a Succubi, infact. It was my plan to introduce myself as early as I could. I have no intention of my image being played as some distant Duchess safely kept away by ocean. I suppose, as you're now considered an Advisor, that you would be allowed to accompany me. It is up to the Lady's approval, regardless."

The passing thought made her forget in asking another question, now closely considering Henryk's uses in such a meet. She had no intention in having another lead her talks, being very much that she had her own wit to help her in such an arrangement.
Beverly
"Hm, it sounds like a good first experience." **Henryk responded, nodding his head along to the prospect of joining Vierna on this journey to meet the Hyburn Duchess.** "I'm a local of Findara after all— A _veteran_ too." **He would say, leaning against the bar table which the two have been feasting upon.**

"I'll have to discuss with the Master of Coin to sell this property. Having spare wealth always comes in handy, yes?" **Henryk would make a visual sweep of the place once more.** "I'll miss this clinic. It's been a place of many woes and happy memories for me." **He would say, softy sighing.**

"I suppose you don't have anywhere to sleep. I have a guest room if you'd like to occupy it for the eve. It'd be my honour to host a duchess for a night." **Henryk would say, making the offer to the lady. He figured it'd be better for her to stay here instead of having to spend coin on a room at an inn.**

**Seems she forgot their little game. That's OK. It looks like the conversation was beginning to shift regardless of.**
James
"An event, with likely the prying eyes of other gossiping Nobles. A friendly greeting, a sign of diplomacy but nothing more. I cannot make open declarations yet, not without drawing the potential ire of bickering opponents or even her Highness, the Queen. That Royal Communion at Alynthi is a breath of fresh air for catching attention, but a Duchess of both Lazaroth and Findara meeting? It is bound to catch look." Vierna offered perhaps more sternly, letting her thoughts flow out in conversation as she tuned into her political mind. A student of the Royal courts, a previous member of former gossips that lead to reputations either being enhanced or tarnished. However young she was as a Drow, she knew this landscape better than a battlefield or a Doctor's clinic. Her family were known for being ruthless, and however harsh this life would take her, those thoughts ever lingered at the back of her mind. "I do expect you to look your best, aswell. There are tailors in my Family's employ that I can request a garb or two. Less.. Stressed Doctor look, preferably." A passing smile appeared in inspection, the new topic on selling this property.
.

The Noble seemed fine enough with the prospect, though one individual came to mind. A hand gently traced at her soft chin, gaze soon narrowing while she made her thoughts known. - "And.. What of Midelia? I heard you had partnered with her, though such a new arrangement.. I hope you'll atleast converse with her. Her caution with Lazaroth could certainly be a problem." 

The offering of a room, and one that piqued some interest. It was certainly better than an Inn, indeed, and Henryk seemed the trustworthy type well enough. Of course, there imagined a brief thought of waking up with a knife at her throat, though the concept seemed to fade by the amount of words they had already exchanged. A momentary contemplation, that familiar pause to ponder which seemed to bring a faint acceptance. - "I believe I may accept such a generous offer."
Beverly
"Oh? Offering me new threads are we? Suppose I should look the part of your advisor, no?" **He made a entertained chuckle.** "Should I dress up with my own clothes for this occasion, or do you wish to take me back to Lazaroth before the meeting?" 

"I'll talk to Midelia. She isn't obligated to partake on this journey. If she wishes to continue our partnership, that is for her to decide. This is the path I choose to follow now, however." **Henryk would say, taking a deep breath as the plans began to weave like spider's web.**

"Okay. The guest room is _there._" **Pointing to one of the doors.** "The guest room is clean, I promise. New sheets and all. You'll find it to be cozy, I hope. Tomorrow I'll make you breakfast. . . I'm thinking of a _Khisfire_ traditional." **Henryk would say, briefly stroking his chin, before looking to the Duchess.** "Do you enjoy spicy foods?" **He would then ask— the prospect the Duchess might not be able to handle heat dawned on his mind.**
James
"Naturally." The Drow offered simply, casually imagining the man in a more traditional Lazarothian garb with that tinge of a smirk. One's image was everything in her position as a leader, asymmetry being a weakness. "Regarding the meet with the Duchess, I would say.. Wear the fanciest of your own collection. It would do good to see a more local garb accompanying me, an image of cooperation for the Hyburn Duchess to witness. In Lazaroth of course, new fabrics will suit you better." Vierna reasoned, a valid belief as she hummed a thought or two. 

The topic of Midelia would earn Henryk a nod, Vierna seeing the drive that brought the man to her - Likely one of the best opportunities the Doctor could latch to, despite the risk. It did cause her to consider Midelia's position, if isolation were to be her fate or a willingness to follow. The shy facade, the goals that she still couldn't decipher, a matter that seemed to cling to her mind.

Eventually her gaze followed Henryk's point, to the door of the supposed guest room. That tinge of amusement followed as Henryk promised cleanliness, a certainty she likely trusted given how relaxed she seemed in such a place. The topic of breakfast seemed to surprise her most of all, earning the true bundle of generousity from perhaps a man desiring her favour enough to keep employment. It was a thought she teased. - "Keeping your employer satisfied, I see? A clever man, you are." A simple snicker, then the topic of Khisfiran cuisine. The Drow certainly paused, that taste not as foreign to her as one may expect. A challenge, she imagined, one she encouraged him to take. - "Your Mentor's influence, hm? I've been to such a place before, Khisfire, and indulged in their cuisine before. Very well.. If you can help me relive those memories, then I would be most impressed with you, Doctor. Consider it a challenge, hm?" Vierna offered playfully, a soft smile eyeing the Half Human.
Beverly
"I maybe a Doctor, but, I'm sure in another life I was a master of cuisine." **Henryk said with complete confidence.** "Hopefully I don't scorch your mouth in the process." **He then added, a husk chuckle escaping his mouth.**

"Now then, I'll clean up. You're free to peruse my book collection or turn in early. I'm going to go check on the patient downstairs to see if everything is fine." 

**Henryk collected the cutting board, dirty utensils, and used cups.** ". . . It was a pleasure having you here, Lady Vierna. I hope we can do this again soon." **He would offer her a slight smile. He didn't want to admit it, but, Vierna managed to buy some of his affection. He was in a good mood, presently.**

**He would collect his dishes and place them in a wash bucket. He'd have to go to his nearest water access to clean these dishes up. Despite his position of renown, he still had to partake in peasant duties, such as washing the dishes.**

"I'll be upstairs later." 

**With that, he would pick up his wash bucket filled with dishes and head downstairs.**

**The next morning,**

**Henryk woke up early— it was essentially dawn by the time he had awoken. Vierna, presumably still asleep, wouldn't hear Henryk leave his room. He had his duties to attend to early, especially considering the fact he is still observing the boy until his recovery could be completed.**

**Henryk threw a dress shirt on and his checkered slacks. Putting his shoes on, he stepped out of his room. He was rather underdressed this morning, neglecting to put his sleeveless suit vest on.**

**Henryk would head downstairs, to the reception, where he'd proceed to flip the sign on his door to _open._ He stayed outside for a bit, taking his pipe and stuffing tobacco into it. Igniting it with a match, he began smoking. He drew the smoke in, allowing it to sit in his mouth for a moment before exhaling. The air was chilly today— it's always chilly in the mornings. He'd simply admire the outside today.**

**He would think about days when he was excited to enter this clinic. Eager to learn and practice. Now he eyes this abode with stress. Property taxes, the dwindling amount of supplies he has— he is too generous of a person to request payment from his patients, it hurts his business.**

**Soon that'll change.**

**He looked up to the window where Vierna should be sleeping at. He would ponder thoughts of her. She is his greatest blessing these days, a chance to take his medicine to new heights. He could feel greatness at the tip of his fingers. Last night he could already sleep and began writing plans down. Projects which he desired to launch with the Duchess.**

**_With_ the Duchess.**

**He shook his head, quickly disregarding invasive thoughts. He was no longer alone in these endeavours. There were others assisting him. After being alone, desiring to be forgotten, he found Midelia and Vierna, people who elevated his ambition and gave him. . . _Hope._ Determination. He felt his purpose was enhanced with them around.**

**Henryk took a pause in his thoughts. Did he really want to impress the Duchess and his peer that badly?**

**He would dismiss these thoughts also and focus on smoking.**

**But he can't help but wonder, how long has he been wrestling these trials on his own?**

**His thoughts would soon be interrupted as someone approached his clinic. . .**

**Henryk would watch with his icy blue eyes, watching the gentleman draw closer. To describe the doctor briefly, he was a gentleman with dark hair, gaunt features, pale skin, and was relatively thin himself. He would twist his body to look to our newcomer, watching them limp over.**

**Well, so much for a quiet morning. He would dump the ashes from his smoke pipe, stepping on the smouldering tobacco, putting the fire out. He would take a few steps over to the person in question before, in an almost invasive manner, slid under their shoulder to provide some support.**

"You look worse for ware." **Henryk would comment as he helped the gentleman walk.** "Try not to apply too much pressure to that leg. Lets walk and talk."

**Henryk would swing his clinic door open, helping this stranger inside. Brushing past the lobby area, they entered the clinic where a series of beds and blinds for privacy would be found. In the foreground a father with his son— a recent amputee, had been sleeping still as it was early in the morning.**

**He made the man sit down.** "Give me an elaboration. Where are you hurt, and are your symptoms, and _how_ did you receive your injury?" **Henryk asked, getting straight to the point.** "Most importantly, your name. I'm Doctor Henryk, and I'll be the one providing care for you today." 

**Henryk seemed like a business first kind of gentleman, carrying this cold and dominant persona. He was very meticulous, very focused, which these traits leant him to being a excellent doctor.**

**In his mind he was already thinking of his procedures. Seems like a leg injury along with looking like a dehydrated sponge. He noticed those extra cuts and bruises, something he could easily handle. He'll think about collecting disinfectants, bandages, and some thread to sew the more serious wounds together. As for the leg, he'd also think about apply bandages along with applying a crutch to relieve some pressure.**

**Yes, he had it pretty down as to what he'll do. Shame Midelia wasn't here yet.**

"I see." **The Doctor nodded his head to Arel's explanation.** "Okay, Arel, let me tell you my step process as to what I'll be doing." 

**Henryk would visibly put on his black leathered gloves, as he was going to be touching Arel's wounds— didn't want to get more bacteria in them.** ". . . With the amount of cuts you've sustained, there's a chance you've might've missed a few cuts. I'm going to ask you disrobe for me." **The Doctor asked, as he would pull the curtains to give the pair some privacy.** "I'll provide clean clothes, you can keep any undergarments on, I just need to be able to view all your injuries in full detail. Wounds inflicted by wolves are _no_ laughing matter." 

**The Doctor would leave Arel for a moment, passing through the curtain to retrieve some instruments. He would return with a metal tray with a few items. A vial of a pinkish-red substance, an injection needle, a regular suture needle, thread, a vial with disinfectants, balls of cotton, and bandages.**

**He set the items on the stand near the bed Arel was placed onto.** "I'll provide spare clothes once we're done. I'm going to begin with your cuts. I'll start by disinfecting the wounds, then I'll proceed to close them shut. Afterwards, I'll be giving you an injection of one of my alchemical tinctures. It'll help speed up the healing process, however it'll make you hungrier. I'll provide you with some rations to sate your hunger, so worry not." **He gave a brief overview of what his course of action was.**

"Afterwards, I'll deal with your ankle. I'll look it over and see what I can do. Depending on the degree of damage, I'll apply a suitable remedy." **He would, again, briefly explain.**

"Now then. Lets begin."

**He'd apply the disinfectant to a cotton ball before beginning to apply it to one of Arel's wounds. It's gunna sting, the disinfectant seeping into the wound to clean out any foreign bacteria in order to eliminate the chance of infection.** 

**While Henryk would clean, he'd begin to speak— he wasn't making small talk of course, he was going to extrapolate what he can from this patient.**

"I'll have you know I believe in Doctor-Patient confidentiality. _That_ being said, I must ask. Where do you come from?" **Henryk asked.** "Why were you traveling alone through the Findara wilderness?" **He would ask in addition.**

**He wanted to understand this individual. Looking over their meek figure, it looked like they needed to be fed a goddamn meal. Henryk could identify Arel's various muscle insertions— and that was _not_ a compliment. He felt Arel needed to put a bit more weight on, a healthier one anyways. He was thinning out, becoming a ghost of himself as it would seem. However his icy blue eyes did wander to those locks of hair. Beautiful silvery head of hair, however it was somewhat matted, dirty even. But, Henryk could still identify beauty beneath the faults— a diamond in the rough.**

**Henryk would set aside the first cotton ball, preparing another one for a different wound. He didn't want any potential cross contamination to occur, so he would use these cotton balls generously upon each of Arel's wounds.**

**The Doctor was diligent, his touch upon Arel's form wasn't harsh— no, it was a gentle yet firm one. A hand of certainty which carried a necessary competence in this line of work. Henryk was a man that was sharp like a scalpel, anybody could identify this.**

**Once he finished up cleaning Arel's wounds, he would move onto the next step. Sewing the wounds shut.**

"This'll generally be painless. If you have any complaints, do tell me. Okay?" **Henryk spoke before beginning the sewing process next.**

**Henryk began the sewing process. The threads were thin— it was as though the doctor was manipulating piano wire, and with incredible dexterity at that. This was _not_ his first rodeo, that is for certain. The process was generally painless, save for the slight discomforting pinch, but it was manageable.**

"Gantrick, is that right? You wouldn't be the first from Gantrick I've treated." **He left out the circumstances as to why he treated people from there, but, it was pretty obvious. He treated slaves who managed to escape.** "You'll find Findara is a place of many opportunities. One of the many bastions of the free world." **Henryk spoke, but, the way he said it sounded hollow. Like he didn't actually feel very fondly of Findara. He had his own grievances with the place, but, his woes don't compare to that of people trying to escape indentured servitude.**

**Henryk finished sewing, cutting the thread. The wounds would be shut thanks to these threads, making the process to heal faster.**

**Now came the injection. He would proceed to prepare it, but not yet give it to the patient.** "This is what I refer to as "Salamander's Regrowth". It'll hasten the healing process. I typically use this for when someone has experienced flesh wounds or damage to organs." **He gave a brief overview of what it does.** "As I stated before, you _will_ feel hungrier as the regeneration process is sped up. It may feel discomforting— in fact, symptoms range to abdominal pains due to hunger symptoms. _However_ I will feed you and help subdue the hunger. Is that understood?" **The Doctor asked.**

"And of course, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask them."
Patrick
```3 Days. 3 days that's what would be ringing through Midelia's mind as she makes her way back to Henryk's clinic her last stay there put Midelia at edge in an uncomfortable position. Forced to decide basically, between leaving behind the new friendships she made or going with them to a foreign land occupied by elves. It was all a bit strange for the fae, her bark head looking at the stone pavement as her barken feet would step over them in a fast but unorganized fashion, almost tripping over her feet on several occasions, for once Midelia wouldn't care that eyes would be on her exiquisite visage no no. Her mind was somewhere else, formulating a response to what Vierna the oh so clever drow and Henryk her partner in medicine had thought of. Her movement would randomly speed up and slow down here and there as her autumn-leaves that can be considered her hair would move behind her in an almost surreal fashion, the bright red and orange of the leaves complementing the darker brownish bark that is the dryad's skin.```


**Halfway there. Halfway there...**

```Would exit her mouth as she mutters it to herself in her own faeish language, playing with her own hands as she wiggles her fingers around each other. Midelia would in this rare moment decide to go for more public streets and roads, usually going for the more secluded alleyways. The forest spirit would go along the main streets and markets. Being quite a rare sight providing many drunkards an other look at their bottle and for those not in an alcoholic state provide them with the exterior of a fabled forest spirit, a forest spirit that was quite large in size rising over the crowd in nearly any occasion Midelia would pay it all no mind. Her thoughts hazy her feelings of uncertainty and perhaps even slight abandonment being paramount. Eventually the fae would arrive standing still before the door for just that moment longer than needed, her arm would move to grab the door open yet it would jerk back occasionally but finally she would pull open the door. Announcing her arrival.```

**G-greetings Hen-henryk i have retured from my e-ehm break?**


```With that she would close the door behind her and slightly bend over looking down on Henryk ( or looking around for him. ) As her hair falls over her shoulders nearly hitting the ground, her body-stance would be one of uncertainty that much can be told.```
Beverly
**Henryk would appear from the area he kept his patients, wiping off some sweat from his brow as he'd acknowledge Midelia with a slight smile.** "Welcome back. Hope your days off were OK." **Henryk would speak. He seemed in a good mood today— seems some events have transpired to prompt this change in demeanour from cold to lightened.**

"We have a few things to discuss— Vierna came for a visit. We had a rather traumatic case on our hands and she assisted me greatly, and for that, I have made my decision to accompany back in Lazaroth as both Doctor and Advisor to the Duchess." **He would briefly explain to Midelia.** "Vierna left me to discuss further details with you and our work arrangement. Based off what you tell me, it will decide to fate of this very clinic itself." **He would tell the Dryad, but, he spoke of it in a lighter tone— not a cold and dramatic one. It was as though the clinic's fate was somewhat secondary to him.**

"First— Lets get you settled in. How was your days off, Midelia?" **He asked her, giving her the curtesy to talk about her time away, and also to articulate the fact Henryk has made this major decision recently.**

**The Doctor moved with a sense of grace and with somewhat of a weightlessness— it's like some burdens have been lifted off his shoulders. Was the prospect of giving all this away really that uplifting?**
Patrick
```The fae-spirit would wait for a moment as she expect Henryk to pop in from somewhere in his clinic. Her jade eyes would confirm the fact as a slight smile shows on her face, followrd by a slight bow as a sign of greeting before the tall and slim dryad straightens her bark out and towers over the room again. Her arms would be behind her in her usual more reclusive fashion but it was clear that she has at least opened up to Henryk a little bit. Albeit her smile might be the only way to go off on that notion for now.```

**I-it was good, sp-spending time in sol-solitary nature always refreshes the mind.**

```The good mood of the doctor would be a surprise to the fae but a welcome one to be sure, she would listen intensively on the words leaving his dry red lips. Was the dryad hearing this right? Was there no moss in here ears, or the equivalent of ears for a fae. No, it was the truth Vierna had managed to do it and convince Henryk to go with her to Lazaroth. A truly strange and rather dissapointing concept to autumn-spirit, kne she wasn't truly certain on how to respond to.```

**F-for the rest i didn't do much out of the ordinary fo-for one such as myself.**

```Deciding to focus on his more light-hearted question with a simple response of her own, one that simply blurted out of her mouth as her mind works on a concoction of words to respond to the Vierna issue. The question clearly put the leaf-haired dryad in an uncomfortable place, now she had to suddenly decide if things go well or bad.```

**And Vierna couldn't be here herself right now?**

```With that the fae hoped to have bought herself just a few more moments of time as she allows herself to continue brainstorming on the subject, the fate of this partnership and this little apothecary is at hand. And perhaps the fate of a friendship.```
Beverly
"Vierna left for Lazaroth ahead of time. She's got some business to attend too." **Henryk responded.** "...And she had a rather _dramatic_ day here." **He would add.** "She assisted me with a limb removal. A child was inflicted with a powerful venom, the arm which the wound was left upon had entered necrosis. It was thanks to her the child didn't enter shock when I removed the limb— she's a proficient Enchantress." **Henryk would say, walking along with Midelia as he returned to preparing his things for another days work.**

"So, when she asked me to become her Advisor, and her Doctor, I felt like I couldn't refuse— that if I let this opportunity run by me, I'd be in this same _hole_ for years longer. That's why I've decided to take my chances in Lazaroth, to see if I can make my dreams a reality with the Duchess backing me." 

**The Doctor paused, before looking to Midelia.** "I won't insist that you join me. It'd be appreciated, _but_, I think I already know what you'll say. So I can offer you this instead... How about _you_ take over this clinic?" **Henryk would suddenly ask Midelia.** "I'll assist you from abroad, enlighten you to my research and new medications, and you can continue work here in Findara. That way our partnership won't end, and, people can continue to receive care _here._" **Is what the Doctor would propose.** "Alternatively, I'll have to sell this clinic. I'd have to arrange an appointment with the Treasurer, discuss pricing... Then this place will become just another shop. One less clinic." **Henryk spoke with a hint of sadness in his tone.**

"I know it's a lot." **He would then say.** "I understand if you wish to refuse. This is still _my_ clinic, at the end of the day. I'd still pay the taxes on it, supply you with what you need. I'd just need someone to man the ship. You are not obligated to me, Midelia, so the choice is yours." 

**The Halfling paused in his arrangements to listen to what Midelia had to say to this bombardment of information.**
Patrick
Would begin only to end in a much more uncertain stuttering manner, her jade eyes would meet Henryk's as she stares at him for a response.```
Beverly
**Seems the oldest trick in the book worked.**

**Escalate into a nearly-impossible demand, and allow for the other to deescalate to something more reasonable. This'll do just fine— having Midelia join him into the Lazarothian Kingdom will yield great things.**

**He would smile at her, this thankful gaze that she decided to join him. He would then speak his mind.** "Of course, Midelia. I'm happy you've decided to join me." **The normally _cold_ and uncaring Doctor would show a sign of appreciation towards her.** "It's actually a blessing you _do_ join me, as it'll make part of my projects easier to handle." **He would explain, settling his work tools aside for the instance.**

"I've compiled some _blueprints_ for Lady Vierna. A detailed plan on how we will launch this project of ours to create readily available medication. Part of _phase one_ is establishing a garden. Not a small one— a large one that'll be tended to by workers and then harvested for medicinal purposes. If you are to join me, then, I would like to impart this onto you, as your the person I trust most when it comes to plants and traditional medication." 

**The Doctor would be admitting something hefty— normally someone whose rather independent in his work, he would allow himself to trust Midelia with this effort. He felt she was the right person for the job, and that she would assist him in yielding many great results.** 

"I have so much more to share— but, first, I just want to know what you're thinking." **Henryk would say.** "We _are_ partners after all, no? If you have any concerns, please voice them."
Patrick
```Midelia would be uncertain about her decision to go with the closed off human and the smug drow, but it had become far too late to back down now the fae had no choice anynore. Neither would the curiosity inside of her allow Midelia to back off on her decision, she had never even heard of Lazaroth before she met a drow ages before Henryk and probably even Vierna were born. Since then that was it, she hasn't seen or learned anything more about Lazaroth outside the most basic of stereotypes. At least it's nature won't be too alien to her she hopes.```

**I-i don't know much ab-about Lazaroth nor its people outside the most base of ste-stereotypes so this will be strange.**

```She would be rather nervous that much would be obvious about her body language, her legs moving her around as she waddles through the room almost like she is holding a phone conversation and just moving around bored. Her hands would be behind her back holding each other tightly as her leaf- hair swings around with quite some motion.```

**A-ah leaving the tree with taking care of the garden? I-i definitely didn't see that one coming...**

```With a bit of sarcasm Midelia woukd respond.```

**I-i will do so but in my own more respectful manner to nat-nature's gift.**

```Her voice would have returned to normalcy as her jade eyes finally lock onto Henryk's eyes as the far thinks for a moment, thinking for a response.```

**I-i don't have much more ou-outside us being careful, Vi-Vierna is a noble and w-we will work with her... Wh-while i don't deal with city dweller the-their issues i and mo-most likely you are well aware of the vile games the ari- aristocracy plays w-with each other i suggest we remain carefull.**
Beverly
"I didn't know you were capable of sarcasm, Midelia." **Henryk shot back with a tease of his own.** "I don't expect you to do this on your own, you're simply the best person equipped the knowledge to handle the task. In my project outline, I have the intention of hiring workers to tend the garden. You'll have extra hands onboard to assist in your herbalist duties." **Henryk had spoke, making the promise to her she isn't alone.** 

"I don't intend on you having to deal with the Aristocracy of Lazaroth. Leave that to Vierna to handle. We have our own things to deal with." **The Doctor had his sights settle on one thing. The expansion of medicine, and the decreased need for Biomancers. A mage of that field is a novelty, but, they are so scarce that producing medicine everyone can use and educate the populace on how to utilize it will greatly improve the quality of life for everyone. He will ensure that this knowledge is widespread, and not locked to Lazaroth. He will write books, and he send the manuscripts to the other kingdoms to make sure his work isn't lost upon the world population.**

"We'll begin packing tomorrow, and we'll visit Lazaroth. If the work conditions are not met there, and we find that working with Vierna is a mistake, we are always allowed to walk out her doors and take out business elsewhere. I have judged the merit of her character. She is a cunning person, but her intent is pure. I believe in her."
Patrick
**I-i am capable of many things.**

```A slight smile would follow as the fae steadies herself looking at the human infront of her. She would listen intently at what he had to say, in reality the offer of more people bothered the introverted dryad. Why would she a creature of nature need help in maintaining well nature, she has kept her eye on large forests filled with life on her own. A little farm won't be an issue, help will only annoy Midelia and force her out of her comfort zone even more.```

**N-no need to promise more hands, i ca-can handle a garden on my own th-that is very and always has been par-part of my duties. O-on much larger scales.**

```The fae would turn around in a rapid motion as her leaves make quite the loud rustling noise, she would look over the rest of the room as she continues her conversation with the doctor. Her voice would be an unnatural calm, while the stutter would still be there it wouldn't hold the usual uncertainty and shyness Henryk would have grown accustomed to.```

**E-even if her intent is pure, i-i and i hope yo-you will keep an eye on my ou-our backs. No-noble blood bri-brings unwanted dangers.**

```A sigh would follow as she glares back at Henryk for a moment, her jade eyes meeting his.``` 

**I-i have nothing to pack, i will await y-you to be ready then we shall travel.**
Beverly
**Henryk would nod, then share Midelia a smile.**

"Thank you. If you feel the need to leave, do not hesitate to let me know how you feel. I care about my projects, but, I also care about our wellbeing."

**Collecting his things, he would let out a prompt sigh.** "Okay. Let's get to work."

**With that, Henryk would get back to his usual functions, with much to consider as he had moved along, beginning to help people. He would turn his head over, before using his head to motion Midelia to follow along.** "Come on now, no time to dawdle!" **He'd exclaim, as he continued along.**

**Soon, they'll be graced with a new day. Henryk couldn't help but feel eager to see what was ahead. House Argith. He hoped he'd do well to keep the Duchess's favor. He understood that the dynamic of his life will soon change— but he kept his thoughts in-line. He was there to serve Vierna for one reason. To help the people of Lucidien.**

**Scene.**