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Doorman was quite experienced at carrying bodies, he’d had to do it more times than he could count. But there was a strange uneasiness in his gut. Whether it was this oddly inviting tavern, or the presence of this man he couldn’t be sure.

The woman he was helping seemed very comfortable in this place, navigating the halls with an ease that comes from raw experience. Her relatively calm demeanor with this situation was reassuring, she'd be able to deal with all this, and he could return to the bar for a much needed drink. After the two of them placed the body down onto the bed, the white haired girl turned to Doorman. 
"'Ere is good. Do ya mind goin' downstairs and finding the Doc? His name is Dr. Alobe. If ya can't find him, ask Dorian. He can help." 

“Sure, I guess. Least I can do.” Doorman didn’t want to admit it, but he was slightly enjoying this. The thrill of the unknown, a goal to fulfill that was more than just drinking or a simple break-in. There was no violence here, he did not feel like his life was in danger, yet his heart was beating just that tiny bit faster.

Doorman leaves the room, passing a young boy with a sword and a strange elf, on his way to the staircase down. He reaches the bottom and realizes. ‘What the hell is this Dr. Alobe meant to look like, Or that Dorian for a matter of fact?’ Scanning the room briefly none of the patrons looked particularly ‘doctor-y’. Doorman figures he’ll save some time and just ask.

“Hey, I’m looking for a Dr. Alobe, or a Dorian. Anyone who has some medical knowledge really.” Doorman loudly and brashly asks to the room at large.