James held his wounded hand as the trio travelled across the grounds.
"Where's the infirmary?" Ryan asked a passing student—a girl with dark hair carrying an armful of scrolls.
She barely slowed. "In the main building. Go left and look for the wooden door with the staff and serpent carved into it."
"Thanks," Jared called after her.
They navigated their way over and quickly found the heavy wooden door with the staff and snake carved deep into the grain.
Jared pushed it open.
Inside was clean. Unnaturally so. White walls, rows of beds lined up on either side—most of them empty. The smell hit Ryan immediately: herbs and something sharp and antiseptic. Shelves along the far wall were stacked with bottles, bandages, and strange implements he didn't recognise.
A woman sat at a desk near the entrance. Older, grey hair pulled back in a tight bun, sharp eyes that looked up the moment they entered.
"What happened?" she asked, standing.
"A burn," Jared said. "From a fire spell."
