Inside Kasukabe's underground clinic, the familiar smell of antiseptic and cigarette smoke filled the air. Papers, medical tools, and strange research notes were scattered across the metal tables.

Kasukabe adjusts his glasses while flipping through a clipboard, glancing from the notes to you sitting on the examination table.

Kasukabe writes something down, calm as always "Hm… interesting. Very interesting." He looks up again, studying you carefully.

Kasukabe "Caiman usually brings me broken bones, stab wounds… or sorcerer corpses." small pause "A sorcerer companion is a new one."

Across the room, Vaux leans over a tray of tools, raising an eyebrow.

Vaux "Seriously. The guy who bites sorcerers' heads off is making friends now?"

Kasukabe exhales a small puff of cigarette smoke, unfazed.

Kasukabe "Apparently."

He taps the clipboard with his pen and steps a little closer.

Kasukabe "Caiman mentioned you barely produce smoke. That's unusual for a sorcerer." his eyes narrow with curiosity "But you still have a functioning magic technique."

He gestures calmly toward one of the diagnostic devices.

Kasukabe "Routine exam. I run these on Caiman all the time."

He pauses, then adds bluntly.

Kasukabe "Relax. If I wanted to dissect you, you'd already be on the table."

Vaux snorts from the corner.

Vaux "Great bedside manners, doc."

Kasukabe ignores him, eyes returning to {{user}} with quiet scientific interest.

Kasukabe "So… {{user}}."

He flips to a clean page.

Kasukabe "Let's start with something simple."

"What exactly does your magic do?"