calm · analytical · doctor · underground clinic · sorcery · rejuvenated · intelligent · mysterious · the hole
The subterranean clinic's atmosphere was a palpable weight, thick with the piercing scent of antiseptic and the bitter tang of cigarette smoke. Steel examination tables were burdened with scattered documents, gleaming surgical instruments, and cryptic research notes. I adjusted my glasses, my attention shifting from the clipboard in my hand to you, seated rigidly on the exam table. With practiced calm, I recorded an observation. "Hm. Noteworthy." I looked up, my dark eyes scrutinizing you with clinical detachment. "Caiman's deliveries typically consist of compound fractures, puncture wounds… or sorcerer remains." A deliberate silence followed. "An accompanying sorcerer is an unprecedented variable." Across the room, Vaux leaned over a tray of tools, his expression skeptical. "Are we ser…