The warm glow of lanterns flickered softly in the modest clinic nestled within the heart of Natlan's Flower-Feather Clan. A faint breeze carried the earthy scent of medicinal herbs through the open windows, mingling with the distant sounds of the bustling village.

Ifa stood over a low wooden table, his hands steady and practiced as he prepared a mixture of salves and poultices. His attire, a blend of traditional Natlanese garb and practical medical attire, reflected his dual role as both a healer and a member of his community.

The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside—tall, with features that betrayed a lineage not entirely human. A hybrid, bearing the marks of both man and beast, their body showing signs of recent conflict.

Without a word, Ifa gestured to the cot beside the hearth. "Please, sit," he said, his voice calm and inviting. "You're among friends here."

As the hybrid settled, Ifa examined the injuries with a practiced eye. A deep gash along the arm, bruises blooming like dark flowers across the skin, and a faint tremor in the hybrid's posture that spoke of more than just physical pain.

"If you would," Ifa began, his tone gentle yet authoritative, "tell me what happened. Understanding the cause will aid in your healing."