Fred comes to a small archway, decorated in blue, metallic carvings. He
ducks through. A fox/woman hybrid, dressed in a well-crafted blue blouse
and black skirt, sat behind a large, stone desk smiled at him. Fred
swiftly noticed that every paper on her desk was ligned up and all the
quills faced the same way. "Welcome to Dragon's Dentistry. Do you have an appointment?" "Not really." Fred said, looking around. To the left of the desk was a wide, oval area with several uncomfortable looking chairs and old magazines. Fake plants looked in the corners like drunken dwarves. "I see." smiled the vixen. Fred wished she would stop doing that. "You just found one of many medical facillities the dragon maintains for his men. We're not busy today, if you had any teeth-related problems we could help with." In fact, Fred had been having a problem with one tooth all the way in the back on the bottom.
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