After running errands for Doctor Rainuss' tissue samples, Elwin proceeded to his spot in the local clinic. The lively business district of Olencia was a site not many other kingdoms shared. Unlike Gheyth, Calandae, and Maloren, Olencia boasts its striving and multicultural community of traders from all walks of life. Tipping his felt hat and eyeing some of the inventories the shops were selling was a love potion, and some brews for different ailments.

"Ffft... the outrage of these wanna-be's, I bet Pen's skill in herbology is enough to make them go bankrupt." He snorted at the sight of these obviously ripp-off merchendise.

And alas, a sign by the corner of the second district holds, "Ye Old Clinicae". Elwin finally sighed as he went inside and whiffing the first obvious signs of a hospital.

"Ow! Welcome Back Doctor Markial." One of the nurses who passed by greeted him.

"Yes, yes... are things going well here Arian?" He asked the nurse back followed by another tip of his hat.

"Of course, Doctor Rainuss is expecting his supplies, shall I get those for you?"

"Yes, certainly." He smiled, and handed her some of the weight of the heavy load. Seeing as another set of items would make it too much for the young lady, He asked the doorman to help the nurse with the items.

After tipping his felt hat again he trided off to his quarters, not after greeting another couple dozens of nurses and leeches before arriving at his clinical quarters.

Entering his practicing esture, He left his hat, coat and all at the stand and left his other belongings underneath the table. Looking around the entry was the public hat stand and the waiting bench. He pressed the cushions lightly, just trying to test if it was still comfortable for the patients. Seeing as it's satisfactory, he proceeded towards some of his trinkets and little artifact concerning some little aspects of the medical field. He raised a hand and lightly clutched a stained glass figurine of a lessr diety of good health by the Olencians, who didn't worry much about death and such; but were merely satisfied with good health.

Walking across the room was his stretch bed, and a cabinet with all of his warkloom for diagnosis and treatment. Also found at the same cabinet were some of his bizarre instruments used to scare people out of their wits, like a two-feet saw and such.

Looking fairly satisfied with the upkeep of his room, he proceeded back towards the door, and flipped the sign, which now says: "The Doctor Is In".

Valandil grunted in pain as he took a step. The knife wound in his thigh was festering, and it shone a bright red whenver he looked at it. The infection was spreading, through his leg, and upwards. Valandil hated medical attention, because they always tried to cure him of the Ice Drake’s venom in him. The signs were obvious that he was a walking dead man. However his natural resistance to all things curative meant he could only stall his death with a potion. Every six months he had to have completed gathering, and prepare the drink, or he would die swiftly, wasted away by frostbite on the inside. Fortunately he had two months left, but even so he was beginning to feel the poisons effects again.

That coldness inside was part of the reason he always wore black. It helped keep him warmer in the sun. For his insides ever felt cold. Valandil never figured out whether he was imagining the inner coldness, or if it was a real effect of the poison within him, slowly eating away at his body. He could not die yet though, he had revenge to take on the isle of ice. Or he would die trying. Despite the pain, that thought made him laugh as he stepped into the medical clinic. The injured and sick around him gave him funny looks that he ignored. He did not want to over arm himself for a doctor’s office, s he only wore four of his knives, and one of his blades. The other two knives and the blade were stashed away where he could find them later.

He smiled at the handsome woman at the receptionists post. “I need to see a doctor; I have an infection in my right leg.” He gestured at his thigh. “Knife wound.” He winced, and she made noises in sympathy. His long black leather sleeves covered his arms, and the tattoos that marked him for who he was. Encased in black leather he was a sinister figure, even though few would recognize him as the warrior he was. Valandil smiled and closed his eyes, resting.

It was good once in a while to not have to worry about someone coming after him and just rest. He dropped into a state of unconsciousness, until he woke with a start, when the nurse tapped his shoulder. “The doctor will see you now sir.” She said. Valandil groaned, and limped behind her, he hoped this doctor knew what he was doing. Valandil hated having his time wasted.

It seems that after he checked in as one of the active doctors on the field, most of the people seemed to have already forgotten about him. A quick sigh and a grumble there, he took a nap in his desk.

Paging Doctor Seivir, you are needed in the surgery room.

"Gah! This place is killing me, three days I have already been here and not a single soul wants to get themsellves fixed." He grumbled on and on as the middle day marks the rush hour of patients.

Almost every single doctor and nurses were already staffed and on duty on a patient all except him maybe. He was beginning to wonder when would this palce start getting infested with cobwebs and shrugged the thought as there was always a janitor for that job.

He took out one of his make-up suicide tools and placed it on himself. A little make-up here and a prosthesis here, and voila! A doctor with a saw still sticking in between his near decapitated head. Now all he needs to do is just lie there and continue with his nap.

"Heh, I bet this'll get some adrenaline up this hospital once they see me like this..." He mumbled to himself while inching away from sleep. Not even noticing a page for a emergency staff call for Doctor Markial to examine a patient.

That was until the door opened.

“Right this way sir.” The young lady said confidently. She opened the door, and gestured inside, her eyes slowly traversing the room until they rested on the doctor. Being taller than her, Valandil saw what she did. He jumped, and then cursed as his leg blared with pain. Argent torrents of anguish coursed through his leg, as the young woman’s scream reached a painful level. Valandil pushed her aside, and stalked as well as he could into the office.

The doctor lay on his back on his desk, with a saw through his neck, and it was hanging on by only a bit of skin. The nurse was still screaming, as Valandil looked around the room for the murderer. There were no signs of a struggle he quickly noted. And there was no blood, when by rights he should have spurted blood everywhere when his jugular had been cut. Valandil frowned, and went to check the doctor’s pulse. The second his hand came in contact with the doctor’s skin, the prone man jumped, and Valandil did as well, coming down hard on his leg and cursing again.

The man was no stranger to pain, but this hurt! But he couldn’t help but chuckle at the doctor’s audacity. I like this guy already. Val smiled as the nurse stopped screaming, and wobbled slightly. He offered his hand to the undead doctor, with a faint smile. “Names Val,” he said calmly. He didn’t want to share his whole name if possible. “Its my leg that needs looking after doctor.” He smiled faintly, his voice slightly gruff, “If your necks feeling better that is.”

((Took some liberties lemme know if i need to fix anything))

(OOC: By all means, I enjoyed the comedy :D)

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Screams and struggles, those were some of the muffled sounds Elwin could hear as everything was peace and quiet in his sleepy dream world.

Elwin was already between the third stage and fourth stage of his sleep, travelling lightly on his gleeful road to bliss on dreamland. Ahh, this is the life. Another high pitched scream and something went bad in his dreamland.

Everything else started to dissolve right infront of him. swirls and blolbs as everything became liquid until a flash of light penetrated his vision which led him to feel somebody feeling his pulse.

Elwin jumped in suprise as the man infront of him, whoever he is, jumped as well. Chuckles and laughter ensued as he ripped the prosthesis apart and wiped off the make-up around his collar and throat as he stood up to greet the man properly and took a glance at the nurse.

"You alright Penny? You seem pale, I'd be glad to give you a private session later? hahaha" He gave the nurse a grim look while steadily waving the saw in the air.

Storing the saw in his drawers. and finally fixing his clothes, he turned to look at the new patient's leg.

"Hmm, this isn't really my field now but duty call." He stiffled a yawn and gestured for Val to sit down and lift his feet and clothing so he can take a look at it.

The doctor chuckled with Valandil as he put away his toys. "Hmm, this isn't really my field now but duty call." He gestured for val to pull up his pant leg. He did, and grumbled against the pain as he did so. There in his lower thigh, a knife wound oozed. Pus cracked and cacked along the slit in his leg, and muscles bunched involuntarily around it in pain. He grunted once.

"That would be the wound." He grit his teeth, and then noticed the tremor in his right hand. He cursed he couldnt have an attack now! The last thing he needed was for some doctor to try and purge the Ice Drake's venom from him. Again. Key word was try. He clenched his fist, and tried to control the shaking. Please let it pass. Please.

He struggled to smile at the doctor. "Think you can fix me up doc?"

He grimaced faintly, hoping the doctor would think it was a smile. If he tried to cure him, he would scream!There was only one thing to do. Bear up on it. "Im in bit of a hurry to if you dont mind."

((OOC sorry out of time wanted to give oyu somehting to go on.))

Looking at him as he pulled up his leg was slightly disturbing. Did this man really just take a knife wound? He shrugged off the thought as he examined the badly conditioned wound almost at the state of infection.

Elwin took a vial of antiseptic and a swab of cotton. After soaking the small ball into a damp mound of bacteria killer, he took a look at the patient's face as he himself made a knitted look of pain at the expression he just saw.

This is has got to be no knife wound.

Upon cleaning the superficial tissues, he further examined the condition the wound was in. Barely noticing the man's shaking hand, he took mental note on whatever this man is ailing from. Sudden throbbing on the pulse, blood that is in near coagulating - even in the body -, and the shivering feeling of a particular ooze that's part of the bloodstream. Clearly these sins were no where close to a bacterial infection.

"...And this wound was incurred just recently?" He asked the patient while finishing up with cleaning the wound and taking another box filled with bandages and stichings; trying hard not to let him notice that he was suspecting anything unusual from his condition.

Taking up a bandage and some wrappings, he carefully bandaged the wound and started rumaging over at his desk for some pills for the infection.

This is a poison, no doubt. But from what exactly, that's hard to tell but from the looks of it something like the ice beasts... He snapped out of his trail of thoughts to assess this man's business with an Ice beast.

"Your infection is rather bad, this medicine will take care of it,; but I suggest you take a visit at a herbologist I know in Port Nirav, her name's Elmira Evaristus." He took a small pouch and handed it over at the paitent and took a seat at his table. "I'm sure you'll find more answeres there than cure here in Olencia, Val." He dissmised himself from his small advice and went towards the door. "By the way, I suggest resting for a bit. That leg of yours really is bad. Give it about a week before you go travelling again."