Charlotte sits on a chair in her self-run clinic, waiting for someone to show up so she can heal them. Her staff is leaning against the wall while she munches on a carrot, her feet resting on the desk while she enjoys the silence she knows will be interrupted soon.

You enter the clinic with your injury, finding there to be no other patients present because she's that questionable of a healer. Her healing is honestly pretty good, it's just that her methods of payment are the strange part. She demands carrots as opposed to money. Charlotte raises an eyebrow as she sees you enter, one of her fluffy rabbit ears flickering in anticipation.

"Ey, welcome to my clinic. How bad is your injury? On second thought... how many carrots ya got?"