"Droffen town? Population five thousand." What a stupid name for a town.
"It's a community known for the Veteran Retirement home. How could you forget Ed? We had to do a report on it once," Al said as I began to search the contents of my memory.
"Oh, now I remember! Our teacher made us research multiple aspects of military life in an attempt guide us away from it. Apparently it's a run-down hospital filled with amputees and mentally unstable war veterans," I imagined the corpse-like bodies piled on cheap government-issued beds withering away.
Al turned towards me, "I think we should stay here for the night. Find a hotel."
"We can't. We have to get to Amblecin city. Colonel Mustang was only capable of assigning me there for two weeks." Amblecin city was the home of the 'Sushrutan Alchemist'(1), the woman known for teaching basic medical alchemy to soldiers during the civil-war.
"But, we have to stop! You're about to pass out! Would it really hurt to sleep?"
"But!"
"No buts! We are going to a hotel, and you will sleep for at least 8 hours!" Al said as he grabbed my arm.
"Fine, but only for one night, and since when did you become my mother?" So, we stayed at the nearest inn for one night, but, of course, that was going to change.
A/N (1) Sushruta is the 'father of surgery'
Random City names are fun.