They moved through the city streets at a brisk walk, their heads moving this way and that as they tried to find their destination.
Melody spotted it first.
It was a building set slightly back from the main street, with a red cross mounted above the entrance, the symbol large enough to be visible from a distance.
With a smile, they pushed through the door, entering the lobby.
The interior was quiet and organized, with a reception desk near the entrance, staffed by a woman who looked up as they came in.
"We need to see a Medic," Lukas said. "I have foot burns. Sustained two days ago."
She asked for payment upfront, quoted a fee, and Lukas pressed his bank card to the reader without negotiating.
She gestured to a corridor and a junior attendant appeared, leading them to a private room at the end of it.
