As you step through the door, you notice many rooms with many beds. Some people sit in chairs, waiting to be seen by the Healers. Others with more serious wounds are rushed into the private rooms to be seen immediatly. There are a unsurprising amount of Warders and Trainees here, all with some sort of wound or illness.

You see many Novices, Soldiers, Accepted, and Dedicated rushing around, fetching and carrying things for their fully raised Brothers and Sisters. Bandages and such trail down their arms. Novices stand by cauldrons, stirring the sterilizing bandages. Bunches of drying herbs line the walls and rafters, masking the scent of blood and illness. You know you've come to the right place to be treated.