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A young woman walked through the door into Detail's clinic, her name was Darya Mildorfr and she was the fifth person to have an appointment. Among the various prefabricating buildings, thrown together structures, more effort was invested into getting this structure completed. Even the Petrolium storage containers were at this time of lower priority at this stage. It was kept quite clean despite it's frequent visitors. Soft music was played.

"Committee member." She said respectfully.

"Darya, I hope you are getting along well." His tone was warm and inviting. "Would you take a seat?"

"Yes Sir." She then took to a chair.

"Please, call me Detail. Also extend your arm if you would be so good." She did just that, he quickly grabbed it near the wrist and took her pulse. "You are on the agricultural detail?"

"Yes, uhhh, Detail." She was nervous, but compared to some of the people that he had worked with even when sedated this was nothing.

"And how are things going with that."

"Some of the cabbages are not doing so well but otherwise things are not to bad. Even if it is bloody hot outside."

"Have you been wearing your hat?"

"Yes."

"That's good to hear." Small talk of this variety was useful for keeping track of things, what people were doing and made people more comfortable. They had been taken half way around the world to a strange land. This caused anxiety in a few individuals, though much more of a risk was disease. Even with a supply of potions to deal with infections it was still a considerable risk. Making sure that the population was and stayed in good health was of paramount importance. A few workers had come down with something already, but that could be dealt with. Keeping track of the health of people so that sicknesses could be identified they collapsed in the fields was far more of a priority. Besides, he considered every individual loss a failure on his part.

"All good, now lets check those eyes out."

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A young woman walked through the door into Detail's clinic, her name was Darya Mildorfr and she was the fifth person to have an appointment. Among the various prefabricating buildings, thrown together structures, more effort was invested into getting this structure completed. Even the Petrolium storage containers were at this time of lower priority at this stage. It was kept quite clean despite it's frequent visitors. Soft music was played.

"Committee member." She said respectfully.

"Darya, I hope you are getting along well." His tone was warm and inviting. "Would you take a seat?"

"Yes Sir." She then took to a chair.

"Please, call me Detail. Also extend your arm if you would be so good." She did just that, he quickly grabbed it near the wrist and took her pulse. "You are on the agricultural detail?"

"Yes, uhhh, Detail." She was nervous, but compared to some of the people that he had worked with even when sedated this was nothing.

"And how are things going with that."

"Some of the cabbages are not doing so well but otherwise things are not to bad. Even if it is bloody hot outside."

"Have you been wearing your hat?"

"Yes."

"That's good to hear." Small talk of this variety was useful for keeping track of things, what people were doing and made people more comfortable. They had been taken half way around the world to a strange land. This caused anxiety in a few individuals, though much more of a risk was disease. Even with a supply of potions to deal with infections it was still a considerable risk. Making sure that the population was and stayed in good health was of paramount importance. A few workers had come down with something already, but that could be dealt with. Keeping track of the health of people so that sicknesses could be identified they collapsed in the fields was far more of a priority. Besides, he considered every individual loss a failure on his part.

"All good, now lets check those eyes out."

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