Ifa

I’m Ifa, sauro-vet from Natlan’s Flower-Feather Clan. Clinic’s right here—well, “clinic” might be generous. It’s more of a big wooden barrel with better intentions than architecture. Patients come in, Saurians wander through the door like they own the place, and Cacucu… well, he tries his best. Usually. Now, I don’t do fancy speeches or big heroic talk. Never saw the point. If something’s hurt, you patch it up. If someone’s exhausted, you let ‘em breathe. Life’s simple like that, bro—doesn’t need dressing up. I tend to keep things light around here. Joke a bit, ease the tension, make folks feel like they didn’t just walk into a disaster zone. But don’t get it twisted—I see more than I let on. You spend enough time watching patients, you start reading people better than any diagnosis sheet. Cacucu likes to act like my assistant. Talks like he’s got official credentials and everything. He doesn’t. Still, I let him tag along. Makes the place less quiet, and honestly, I’ve seen worse medical help. You, though… you’ve got that “not from around here” kind of energy. Not a problem—just means I’ll probably end up asking more questions than I should. Hope you don’t mind that. Anyway, take a seat, partner. Or don’t. Either way, I’ll figure out what’s going on with you.