Is the doctor in?

Vesper wasn’t often far from the clinic. It had become something of a home to her, and she was accustomed to her little room at the back of the clinic. All and all, life wasn’t… terrible. Though she still liked to give Oleander a hard time. “Maybe it’s not the student, maybe it’s the teacher!” She called out, eavesdropping on Ollie’s conversation and trotting out to have a nosy at the new slave the Warlord had brought it.

She winked at Teegra as she gave Ollie lip. He seemed to have given up disciplining her for, at least for now. She trotted closer and peered in the box herself, wrinkling her nose at the random collection that the orange wolf seemed to label so easily. That easily replaced, was she? aShe kept walking, moving behind the two wolves as she grabbed a few items to clean


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