Terrence knew that he desperately needed the research. He needed as much general and advanced knowledge he possibly could assemble, on every single creature. He had to meticulously study and investigate everything he had and investigate any possible angle, his first dilemma was obvious. That he didn't have what he considered to be nearly the satisfactory amount of materials. An idea struck him at that moment, he knew where he could get more information. Which is precisely why he flew and ended up here. In the west city, right beside seemingly an out of the way bookstore strolling around in his manticore form. As much as he hated it, still struggling to get used to it. Loathing his very reflection in the windows of the bookstore. It was in the early afternoon, and the store's sign said, 'Open'. 

This would be the perfect place to collect everything he needed, he didn't know why, after all this time, he never went here or anywhere to get a book. Being a frequent reader of books in any free time he had. If he was away from his patients he was likely reading. Probably because he didn't really want to deal with the monsters outside of having them as patients. Terrence let out an exhale and began to approach the door, carefully pushing on the door with his paw trying to keep his strength limited, as to not rip off the door. While attempting to squeeze his way into and through the door without breaking anything. He managed to make it through the door with damaging anything. Hearing a bell like chime as he stepped through the door, as the door creaked itself closed. Terrence smelled the air and looked around at the bookstore to see where to begin. Preferably someone could come to help him find what he needed so he didn't have to spend too much time searching for all the books himself.

[color=ec008c]Kharlee had just been staring at her wine in confusion. There was some reason to killing. Food. Survival. Hell, even the fun of it was a reason for killing. But in a world where monsters had decided they could live along with each other, come out of hiding and thrive in the world above, she didn't understand killing. Some had no choice but to be slaves. A lack of money for instance, wherein Endre began taking care of her. But others, they had a choice. If they wished to not serve, if they had no debt to their name, why should they be killed? Death was so permanent. She was distracted from her thoughts by wings. A pair of wings floated into the bookstore, obviously attached to some creature, but she didn't bother talking to it just yet. 

Through all that though she had been worried about the shop. The boy. The man. The fiery one. He could create fire with his mind, and she wasn't sure if the shop had any protection at all. It was all she had after all and protection was something she now realised she needed to concern herself with. Hence, while she wouldn't worry about the creature generally, while Endre was away, she decided to ‘help’ this being out. “Anything specific you were looking for?” She asked, looming into him with her bright blue eyes. 
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Terrence noticed the smell of alcohol in the air right away, guessing right away that it smelled like wine. His one sister really loved wine...But he quickly stopped himself from thinking about things like that, not wanting to get emotional right now. Turning his attention at the harpie who was at a small distance away from where he stood. Looking at her, and asking him a question. Terrence assumed that she was the owner of the store, due to the question she asked. He cleared his throat, as he spoke up.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I was. I was looking for every medical and medicine science book that you had currently available for starters. If you would be able to gather them for me or point me to that particular section,” Terrence stated in his usual professional sounding voice though he still wasn't used to how deep and honestly rather threatening his voice sounded in this form. “Please.” Terrence clarified to make sure he didn't come off as someone demanding or rude. As Terrance stood there only coming in slightly closer, taking several steps inside the bookstore. So he didn't completely block the front door trying to not cause any problems keeping his wings and tail tucked in beside him, being very careful of his surroundings, waiting for her answer continuing to look intensely at her immediately recognizing an injury on the harpie's body, as her body's wound glowed a pale blue. He knew something was wrong with her.

[color=ec008c]Kharlee looked at the smaller creature, inspecting him and his size carefully. Once she was certain he wouldn't topple shelves she just got up and looked at him, before taking one of the book carts. “Follow me to the section. Point to the things you want and I will get them for you.” She wasn't sure books with claw marks sold very well. She didn't want the books to be hurt. She took him three sections in and then began flying. Usually Endre would climb up some ladders like a monkey for this, but she just flew. The wound didn't seem to heal properly, and seeing him eye it she just disappeared with the basket for a second before she came back with a bandaid, much too small for the wound, over it.

Kharlee didn't say much else as he picked his books, barely looking at the books he picked. But as he picked heavier and heavier books, her wings weren’t flapping as easily as they did before. She frowned at this, glowering it would seem at a dust spec on the wall. Though she had promised to help so she kept floating eerily up and down as she tried to concentrate on not the pain. The wine was definitely helping, this was not. She silently followed him as the books got heavier, unsure she wanted this job. 

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Terrence just observed her as he was processing in his head exactly what happened, and in a flash he could tell what had happened to her. He just wasn't sure if he'd come of as intrusive for asking but as a doctor he did sort of want to get in personal business if it regarded their health. Terrence for now kept himself quiet as he followed behind her still on the ground, watching her fly up and struggling to do so. Terrence's eyes just scanned the book shelf looking for anyone's that looked like they'd help him learn more, picking the largest books he could find first.

“That one looks good, that one, that one, that one and that one too...” Terrence said as he reached out with his tail to more accurately point out which books that he desired, seeing a lot that caught his eye. Though noticing she was having more problems, the more books he picked out for her. Terrence couldn't help but say something as he couldn't help it anymore as he could almost feel her pain, knowing exactly how much was hurting. “Please stop, if you keep flying like that your stab wound will only get worse and so will your pain.” Terrence spoke out to her bluntly and rather loudly on top of that, hoping that she would stop flying.

[color=ec008c]She frowned at him, wanting to prove that she could even though he said she couldn't. But it hurt and she saw his tail was much much more useful than others. He could potentially... She sighed when the pain did get worse and mumbled something about “Not been stabbed.” She didn't linger on about it and her band aid had come off. She went down again and then grabbed the other books he wanted, though it felt like she had a sore shoulder. “They were. Killing rebels. Murdering them.” She explained the situation. “My coffee got cold.” She also added looking at the ground. She didn't like that bit. Cold coffee doesnt taste very well. She stretched a bit and then said, “I will need more bandaids. Endre can fix it, but he isnt here.” She just said, kicking the book bag around now because she couldn't carry it.

She had no idea about medicine or anything like that. She could definitely not fix it herself. But when she started bleeding a bit again she grabbed a rag and placed it against it. She didn't want to drip on the books. Endre would already be mad she put her head in something she shouldn't have. But there were children. She didn't like dealing with them but felt sympathy for their tiny unable form. They were also underdeveloped in the head. They hadn't seen enough of the world to be killed yet. She shook her head. “Murdered.” She added. 	

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Terrence watched at her frown at him, as his patients usually did. As he told them everything wrong with them. It was much easier to make the human patients he once had feel at ease, with his warm and gentle voice. Not the case with this form. As he stopped asking for books as he wanted to wait for her to follow instructions. As she started to speak and explain what happened to her. Terrence listened to her words carefully as he still was watching her, his eyes widened a bit as she started to bleed more. “Please! Don't hurt yourself any further.” Terrence spoke out with a concerned tone as he almost went to take her down himself as he was growing agitated and rather on edge. But restraining himself he just thought to himself, that he wished he brought his supplies with him. As he often did but he had not thought of it.

He heard about the rebels getting killed and murder as he looked away for a brief moment to stop himself from saying anything he thought, hiding any reaction knowing of just how careful he had to be in this town.“I'm a doctor. Can you come down? May I look at it a little closer?” Terrence asked as he didn't actually need to look at the wound any closer, knowing even exactly what stabbed her and knowing she needed some attention and he really wanted to convince he to come back down speaking as soft of a voice as possible for him as he rather anxiously waited for her to come down.

[color=ec008c]“A Doctor?” She asked curiously. If she had mended up at least before Endre came... He wouldn't be mad at her but he tended to defend her, and she didn't want him talking to that person. She didn't like him too much. “Can you use a first aid to help me out?” She asked, forgetting herself, flying up to get one. “My friend -- he would be very unhappy if he knew I got hurt while he was away.” She explained. Much happier to talk about Endre than the afternoon. “He wouldn't be very happy with me.” She explained, opening the box for him as she sat cross legged in front of him. “I am not sure how you would tie a tourniquet without fingers.” She said, staring at his paws and then looking back at him. 

“I have read of doctors in books, don't much care for them myself, Endre takes care of me.” She said, distracting herself. “Endre will be here if you need more help with your books. But you are right. My wings hurt. I wish to go to sleep soon.” She said, but knew better than that. “Though I don't think he will. I will close the shop after you leave.” She looked at the ground. “I have to... Drink a little more. A lot more. I’ll sleep better then.” She said, wishing she had got her wine with her. 

[/color]“That's correct.” Terrence replied giving her a slight nod to her questions, as he approached her. Watching as she sat down next to him, coming closer as he saw her open the first aid kit. He was immediately dissatisfied, seeing the sheer lack of supplies that he carried in his first aid kit. Remembering just how primitive medicine sold to the public was. Terrence let out a small sigh, unable to contain his feelings. Terrence had to do the best with what he had, grabbing things with his tail as he had become very effective at being a doctor in this form. Figuring it would be best to stay this way at all times in public. “I'll manage, just fine. Just be aware this might sting a bit.” He assured her. As he started to properly clean out the wound. While gently holding her in a position that made it easier for him to work, and then using his tail and paw wrapping the injury up quickly and correctly making a tourniquet for her finishing his task quite fast.

“I don't mind getting the books myself, if you don't mind. I am in a bit busy. Unless you know exactly when they will be coming around?” Terrence answers her curiously as he didn't mind who got the books but he did want them quick as possible. “Rest sounds like a good idea, I would suggest moving as little as possible until you get further treatment. I have open slots if you wish to come and get your wound fixed and healed quickly. I assure you, I work ten times faster than any other doctor around. But I am also expensive.” Terrence states with confidence and matter of fact like. “But, I am willing to make exceptions.” Terrence added looking at her.

[color=ec008c]“Endre will look after me.” She repeated, but then she wasn't ungreatful. “Thank you for taking care of me. I am glad you were the next customer to come into the shop.” She said, going back to sit down so he could get the books he wanted. She moved her wings just slightly, wondering how he knew to tie the tourniquet on a wing so well. Even if he had wings, it had taken Endre a lot of falling off trees to get it right on how to put tourniquets on wings. She had gotten into trouble before, but nothing similar to getting sliced by a sword. She drank some wine, waiting intently for him to come out with the books, hoping he didn't knock any of the isles down. [/color]

“Alright then and no need to thank me. It's my job. ” Terrence replied as he watched her getting up and sitting down. Terrence then went to looking at the many bookshelves, scanning over thoroughly to make sure he didn't miss anything wanting to get as much in one trip as possible. As he quickly started to pull them all out and stack them in a careful manner, as to avoid damaging the books trying to not knock anything down. As it could him a little bit of effort to soften his power.
Terrence had collected a large stack of books holding them all on his back as he walked back to the harpie and set the books down carefully next to her.

“These will do.” Terrance replied as he looked at her as he quickly wrote down his information on a piece of paper with his tail and a pen. “If you decide to come to me, here's my address. These are the times I am available.” Terrence explained as he waited for her to give him the okay to leave with the books as he carefully made his exit, back through the door, though his tail accidentally gently touched the bell making it chime even more as he left as he flew off back to his home, with all books held tightly in his paws.