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A poster has been nailed to the Hero's Board near the entrance to most of the capital cities of the Alliance. Its words are printed in fairly plain print typeface, though it bears the cross of the Pia Presidium.

Attention, heroes of the Alliance!

We have come along way from the first alliance between Humans, Elves, Gnomes and Dwarves. We have faced many challenges, and this has not yet changed. The demise of Deathwing may indeed open a new world of possibility to all of us, but for now, the relationship we maintain with the Horde remains a shaky proposition. Conflict and arduous questing tax our bodies and minds as we work for a better future.

In light of frightening rumors of activity among the heroes of the Horde, we of the Pia Presidium have seen to hosting a Healing Clinic to help keep the Alliance healthy and strong in the face of renewed hostilities.

The Clinic will be held in the northernmost corner of the Mystic Ward in Ironforge City on every other Monday evening. It will begin between 5 and 7 of the bell and close when the last of our watchmen must retire.

The nature of these rumblings from the Horde have convinced the Clinic's hosts to post watchmen during its hours. Please correspond with Sir Rhudran or Lady Mira of the Pia Presidium if you wish to volunteer your time and steel for this noble purpose, or lend a mending hand.

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((Hey! We're going to try to reopen the Alliance clinic! If we generate enough interest, we'll start this coming Monday, opposite of Troubadour Night. Time on Monday is subject to change, depending on availability of healing volunteers.))

((Mira is also a contact for this. Either of us can answer any questions you may have. We're looking forward to getting Alliance clinics going again -- they're a very popular event hordeside, so we know people like them!))

((Do you do eye exams? Athanion needs his glasses adjusted.))

((Well, Rhudran IS a pretty good gem grinder...)

Celandine Grayford was strolling through the Dwarven District in Stormwind, most likely heading from the bank to the auction house or back. But the well-designed poster on the notice board caught her eye. She quickly read the posted notice, and smiled and nodded. Such noble works her fellow Guards were doing. And of course, she would be there as often as she could, lending her care and healing to those injured.

As perverse as it was, she hoped that there would be enough injuries present to keep the healers occupied. It wouldn't do as much good to be seen standing around.

After thinking about it a moment, she withdrew her charcoal pencil from her shoulderbag (where it lived next to the ever-handy notebook) and wrote on the bottom, "Please do not be shy about bringing forward your injuries. We are here to serve."

((Thank you to everyone who kept the clinic busy last night! We'll do it again in two weeks, so there is breathing room. If you wish to participate and have questions/concerns, please do raise them.))

We'll be offering healing of all sorts once more to those who need it this coming Monday!