The Bounds

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Mila walked into the market, her bundle carrying a bundle of herbs. Stands have already been set up as dragons flocked around the center, talking and fighting. Mila calmly Set up her stand as too youngsters rolled, slashing eachother and leaving blood on the ground. Her deep purple eyes caught two males fighting for a female nerby. It looked very gruesome, she then focused on her tasks. The wooden plank was filled with signs and herbs as she finished installing the cabniets. She sat up and sunned herself, her orange scales reflecting light. Her first custumor walked up. "I need something for an infected scratch, do you have anything?" The dragon asked, as he showed her a deep wound on his shoulder. It was filled with white pus and was grimy. "I would recommend Urisul for a wound like that. Wash the wound first and try to get most of the pus out. Then chew the herb and leave it on there, then put Irun on it to harden it and prevent any infection, and will help it healing." She said as she grabbed the two herbs and put them on the table, then charging a price. The dragon took it and left, and then another dragon came. She took some in her care, putting strong herbs and mixtures secret to herself. They were asleep on the mat, the strong drug she used to knock them out helped so they won't be whinny. She rested on her chair, tired from taking care of her patients.

(It's kinda like a civilized dragon era)