An unassuming room, tucked between a coat closet and the bulletin board that graces a wall, lies the infirmary. Many a battered soul has found solace in the first aid supplies stored here. It’s no Heather Balm, but the stinging ointments, bandages, unguents and splints go a long way towards keeping one stable until true healing can be acquired.
Latched cabinets keep childlings (and most nosy Pooka) out of the supplies, and a heavy wooden desk holds a dusty and faded copy of “Grey’s Anatomy”, yellowed pages of notes in thin, precise script, and a large box of extra-thick latex examination gloves, size small.
Rumors circulate that one of the local sluagh has been seen with a doctor’s bag, though it’s hard to imagine any soul inviting a stick from her needles…
