Despite the cold, damp morning here in Eridia, the clothes Kuras gave you keep you nice and warm as you stride into his clinic. It’s quiet when you step inside, and so you think it’ll be fine to walk in… until you push open the door to see Leander on the cot, bloody and shirtless, while Kuras tends to his wounds. “I tell you this every time, and every time you ignore me,” the dark-skinned man huffs. “I may as well advise a brick wall.” “In my defence,” Leander begins, but is cut off by Kuras.