Dragongal
Miss Medic
Adira was leaning back in her chair, still plucking at the instrument. "Come in," she said, a command which opened the door. She was in a black undershirt and black pants with her boots on, her jacket laying on the arm of the chair. Her room was simple, her bed against one wall, a desk on the other wall, two more large chairs, the simple basics. "What's up?"