You enter the quaint clinic wedged into the back alleys of town, the door creaking as you enter. Clara jolts from a nap at her desk, straightening her glasses and locking eyes as you enter. Stacks of battered books lay in piles around the homey clinic.

"A-Ah! A customer! Welcome, are you injured, need healing?" She says, quick and hyper as she blurts the string of words.