1. Chemist: Monachemy
2. Chemist: Ntazake
3. Master of Poison: Locusta
4. Geneticist: Olive
5. Pathologist: Hellinore
6. Genetics Researcher: Arlo
7. Apothecary: Lege
8. Nurse: Buttonwillow

1. Keeper of Nests: Sonrisa
2. Keeper of Eggs (Apprentice): Blink
3. Keeper of Hatchlings: Nanolith

"Oh, hello! What was that? Can I give you a tour of the lab?" Syblene checked her clipboard and threw a glance down the corridor. "Sure, yes. Now is fine. Of course." She set her clipboard on a ledge and fluttered forward.

"So, welcome to the Changing Winds Clinic and Laboratory! I'm Syblene and I run the front desk, as you saw, and I also oversee the File Room, which is at the very back, so you could say I keep fit!" The little blue Fae fluttered backwards as she proceeded into the corridor. A large archway appeared on the left, opening up on a comfortable sitting area with other areas blocked off with curtained partitions. High clerestory windows let in a soft, reflected light.

"Through here is the Genetics Department. Our Genetics Specialist, Olive, does consultations for Breed and Gene Changes here, and further in are her research library and the genetics theatre." Syblene checked her clipboard, which appeared as if out of thin air. "If you'd like a look-see, I can find out if she's free. She might be with a client...no? Okay, moving on..."

The next archway, on the right this time, was sealed with double swinging doors. Syblene took a peek through a door window. "Just a moment...no, it's fine." She pushed open one of the doors. "I just wanted to make sure Whizbang wasn't in the lab today. Whenever they're around, something is sure to explode. We can't wander around, but you'll get a better look just inside."

This was obviously a laboratory. The light was bright from a bank of electrical lamps suspended from the ceiling, the walls and cabinetry were white, the counters and floor polished black stone. Several dragons in lab coats & goggles were at work at stations about the room. A little green-winged Fae noticed the visitor and fluttered over.

"Lege, hi! We have a visitor, I'm just giving a basic tour." Syblene's crests rattled and flared, a motion echoed by her friend, like a Fae fist bump.

"Oh, swell, welcome!" Lege turned back to the room. "N'Tazake & Monochamy have been debating chemical properties all morning." He pointed to the two Coatls at the nearest counter. "I doubt they'll get any real work done today. The rest," his claw swept the room in a general wave. "Just general R & D, you know?"

"Lege is our apothocaire extraordinaire! He oversees the Chemical Stockroom, which is back by my File Room." The two Faes leaned in and piped in unison, "Down in the Dungeons!"

Lege laughed as he returned to work. "Someday, Syblene, a corner office with a view!" Their crests did that "fist bump" thing again as Syblene turned back toward the door.

"Well, this next bit is the prettiest part," she continued her backwards flutter, clipboard in hand. Behind her, the corridor opened into a sweeping cavern, airy and filled with natural green light from a wall of windows facing the bamboo forest. The room was filled with casual furniture, giving it a living room vibe. "The hallway continues down, well, to the dungeons." she dismissed this with a wave. "But this. This is the lobby. Some our clients call it the Atrium with good reason. It may seem strange to have a lobby behind the clinic, but if you'll come this way..." Syblene pushed open a door in the glass wall leading to a balcony beyond. The bamboo forest rose high overhead, rustling in the gentle wind. A soft rain of leaves drifted past the balcony to the forest floor far below.

Syblene continued, "If you follow this balcony, it leads to our medical facility where we attend to dragons with actual health issues. There is a wing of apartments for clients of our clinic during recovery. So we like to make the atmosphere more home-like. And above that are the Nesting Grounds and Hatchery." Here, Syblene pointed to a cluster of arched windows high up on the cliff.

"The medical facility is accessible from the ground for those in emergency and those unabe to fly. We are just an affiliate, so. Unfortunately, I cannot take you over there; they have very stringent sanitation gidelines. And we always protect our client's privacy. We take that very seriously. Shall we go back in?"


Syblene hands you a lovely brochure from her clipboard before you exit.

Idea:
3 plague doctors: JJ, Modbod, and Phitz. They make the rounds.

Marketplace Genes: LouisComfort
Brewing Genes: Lege