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Elara listened without looking away. She had heard that tone before—not in the wards, but in the hallways of the University of Length, where older students whispered about their futures: If they see the limp, they won’t assign me to field rotations. If they know I fainted once, they’ll bench me...

Elara didn’t react with defensiveness or surprise at first. She simply nodded, as if his symptoms were pieces fitting into a pattern she had seen before. “Light sensitivity, visual fatigue, headaches worsened by concentration and heat,” she said in a calm, clinical voice. “And dizziness when...

When he confirmed it, she nodded. “That can make heat worse. Similarly, bright light, loud sounds, and stress can also be detrimental. This costume,” she glanced at it—“is basically a trap for all of it.” She reached into her satchel and pulled out her small flask. Not the rum—she kept that...

Elara didn’t hesitate. “Hold still,” she said, her voice calm and firm, the way she’d used with patients who were anxious or disoriented. “I’ll loosen the straps.” She moved behind him, her paws going first to the leather shoulder straps crossing over his back. She worked quickly but carefully...

Elara Mosswhisker watched as the fox stumbled, his attempt at a spin undone by the weight and awkwardness of the costume. He caught himself on the cobblestones, but struggled to rise, the wooden frame pinning his arms at an unnatural angle. His voice, when he spoke again, was strained and...

Elara Mosswhisker observed the fox in the badge costume with careful attention. The costume was undignified—The fox, dressed in a stiff and poorly ventilated outfit clearly meant for public display, exhibited signs of both physical and mental strain. Despite this, he provided an official...

Elara Mosswhisker approached the figure on the street with cautious curiosity. The costume was unmistakably absurd—a crude wooden cutout resembling a badge, with a fox’s face protruding from the center. She slowed her pace, assessing the situation. She did not smile. She did not respond...

Elara Mosswhisker stepped off the gangplank onto the stone of Fishminister’s Dock just after sunrise. The air was damp, carrying the smells of salt, fish offal, and coal smoke. Her boots clicked against the wet cobbles as she adjusted the strap of her leather satchel, its weight familiar but no...

Elara Mosswhisker Skills Physical -Endurance [Trained] (2 Points) Can endure long shifts and harsh conditions, but is still pushed to her limit in emergencies. -Fleetness of Foot [Novice] (1 Point) Adequately fast — can keep up in a chase, but not built for speed. -Manual Dexterity...