<div align="center"><strong>Varon and Demetri</strong></div>The duo speaks unhindered outside the guard house, and their trek to the clinic is not hindered either. A quick inquiry points them in the direction quite easily. Typically such a place is often the temple, but that does not seem to be quite the case here. The two recognize easily that it is probably not the same treatment a cleric would be able to provide. The establishment looks fairly large, and indeed seems more tailored to an infirmary. An old man sits outside the clinic on the porch, puffing a pipe as he looks toward the two that approach.<br/><br/><strong>"Can I help you two, lads?"</strong>The old man asks, smoke pouring from his lips as the question enters the air.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Nevin and Ari</strong></div>Melanie seems to be distracted at first, though giggles as the door closes. She turns to face Ari as the sorceress speak, and tilts her head as she gestures softly to the table.<strong>"I told you things would not turn out for the best. I apologize if it seemed like I withheld the information; but last night your warrior would have taken it as a threat. So I was really damned either way I went."</strong>She said, her tone still soft and melodic as she walked forward and took a set for herself.<br/><br/>A smile crosses the elven woman's lips then, and she tilts her head.<strong>"Still, I think the Galtean will deal better with Armand then he would with me. It's likely better this way. Anyhow, what would you like to know? And remember, this is a two way street. Aid for aid."</strong>She asks and reminds, crossing one leg over the other as her ankle kicks languidly.