The quaint little clinic was mostly empty, thankfully. The earthquake hadn't been significant enough to cause mass injuries and the weather wasn't bad enough to bring sickness. The two attendants were left mostly to themselves in the front of the shop. The human girl, Roxy, idly tapped her fingers against the counter. The orc man, Magrun, was sweeping once again. It was unnecessary. The stone floors and walls were all spotless. The simple rugs were free of dust, and the wooden chairs and tables had been polished and swept three times over by now. If not for the idle carvings (names, drawings, seemingly random shapes, and the like) in them they would look like new. Even the paintings of pigs that hung on the wall and the porcine figurines had all been meticulously cleaned. Not that they were ever allowed to be dirty, of course. Faeril took great care in making sure his prized possessions were consistently clean. All in all, it was a quiet, boring day in the front of the clinic. 

The back of the clinic was a different matter entirely.

"Ow!" The young man jerked back in pain, pulling his shoulder away from Faeril and earning a scowl from the dwarf in front of him. "Stop jerking away, I can't set your shoulder if you keep runnin away!" The human jerked away at the sharpness of the tone, tears in his eyes. "It [i]hurts[/i]." Faeril rolled his eyes. "Of course it hurts! You jumped off of a ladder that was twelve feet off the ground!"

"I didn't jump off! I fell during the earthquake!" Faeril held up his hands in mock apology. "Oh, I'm sorry! A little movement of the earth and you lose all your balance! Hills must be absolutely terrifying for you! Now hold [i]still[/i] or your arm is gonna get stuck like that!" The man gingerly held out his shoulder as Faeril reached forwards once again. The dwarf paused as he saw the young man tense in preparation for the pain. He sighed. "This isn't gonna work. Here, we'll have to try something else. Roxy!" His attendant poked her head through the curtain, looking at the young man on the bed and Faeril on the stool in front of him. "Yes, Fae?" 

As the young man relaxed, distracted by Roxy, Faeril moved quickly. Before his patient could even react he popped the shoulder back into place. As his patient howled in pain and surprise, before quieting down at the realization that his shoulder felt much better, Faeril hopped off of the stool and walked into the front of the clinic. "You know the drill Roxy, tell him what to avoid doing, for how long, and how much he owes us. I'm going to go see if there's anything to do now aside from watch Magrun attempt to sweep through the ground. She gave a light laugh, stepping aside and then into the back to reassure and inform their patient. 

"Any dirt left in the shop Magrun?" The orc gave a light chuckle. "No sir. I made quite sure to eradicate all forms of it during the several hours before our first and only patient." Faeril nodded, looking up at his various pig figurines. "And you made sure to check the pigs for their issues as well?" Another chuckle. "Yes sir. Everything is in tip top shape." Faeril snorted lightly. "Make sure to check our supplies. I don't want us to be caught off guard when the after shocks collapse the town around us." Magrun shook his head, setting the broom aside. "Yes sir. I'll go make sure that we're ready for the after shocks that will surely be worse than the light tremors that we experienced earlier." He walked into the back, ducking through the curtain as Faeril glared at his back. "Mouthy little ungrateful...." Faeril muttered, walking outside. 

"A letter for you sir!" He was accosted almost immediately by a runner. Before he could reply, a letter was put in his hands and the girl was gone, running off to her next delivery. Faeril opened up the blank envelope and quickly read over the brief letter. Roxy was setting their patient on his way as he put the letter away, turning back inside in thoughtfulness. "What do you have there Fae?" Faeril jerked out of his inner thoughts and blinked at her. "Oh, uh, a letter from a cousin. I've got to leave the clinic early today." 

"Why's that?" Roxy's eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. She couldn't remember the last time Faeril had left the clinic early.

"We've got a family meeting, Roxy. And no, I'm not telling you why. Stop being so nosy!"

[i]Hours later[/i]

Faeril kept his head down and his eyes forward, fear and adrenaline pulsing through him as he walked by the Asgardian patrol. There wasn't even any good reason for his fear. He had already burned the letter before leaving for the meeting and it was incredibly unlikely that anyone would recognize him years after he had left the army. Still, his fears never died. This group was the third of such patrols he had encountered on his extremely roundabout way to the manor, and though he was sure they would recognize him and drag him off to prison as a deserter each one kept ignoring him. It was a blessing that he would never fully accept, for any relaxation on his part could easily result in them finding out who he was and what he had been. So he kept his head down and walked quickly, every sense straining for a sign that the patrol was going to stop and accost him or recognize him. None ever did, and he saw the manor within sight soon after. It was a relief to be near his goal and somewhere that offered some safety from prying eyes. 

What was not a relief was the two strangers apparently chatting by the front gates for no reason. A gnome and a human, idly standing around where he was heading. Either they were going to the same place, for whatever reason, or they were hoping to find someone rich to beg money off of or pitch ideas too. Either way, he wasn't going to stop and talk. Too many prying eyes, to much time he didn't need to spend out in the the open hanging around. Faeril didn't stop as he advanced to the manor, ignoring the two by the front gate and going forward into the manor. He breathed a small sigh of relief as the door closed behind him, looking around. It appeared he was the first one here, if you didn't count the two outside. Which he did not.

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-Faeril treats a young man who fell off a ladder and dislocated his shoulder during the earthquake. 

-He receives a letter informing him about the meeting and he leaves the clinic early in the hands of his two aids, Roxy and Magrun.

-Taking a very long and roundabout walk through the city, Faeril makes his way to the manor. 

-He ignores Winston and Teuvo and heads straight inside. 

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