The healer’s clinic was not far off, maybe a fifth of a mile. As such, the walk took only a few minutes even for his fairly stumpy legs- the pace at which Saliiar walked naturally was not at all a quick one, so there was definitely no worry about his patient falling behind. In fact, Jas could likely catch up to the healer at his natural pace if he chose to do so. When he arrived at his clinic, a small, humble shop made of brick and wood, he produced a key from the pocket of his plain brown robes. After a few moments and a bit of fumbling, the shop was unlocked and Sal had stepped inside. A bell inside the shop rang at the door opened. He left the door open for his patient and walked past the desk at which his attendant would be sitting, if he could afford to hire one.<br/><br/>Sal immediately went to work, bustling around his shop and grabbing what materials he would need. For a simple break, he didn’t need much. From a shelf in the back, he grabbed an alchemical potion to be used as an anesthetic, purchased in bulk from a potion supplier, and placed it on a table in the center of the room. Then, from a nearby box, he grabbed some bandages and a splint. Those too were placed on the table, and Sal pulled over a chair for his patient to sit in.