Patient: Human, male, adult
Symptoms: Sore throat
Treatment: Whiskey shot in the morning and evenings, suggested to drink bone broth, elderberry syrup.
Meeting: In a week's time, if symptoms continue
A man entered the establishment complaining about a cold. I examined him to rule out any further infection and swelling in the throat. Bed-rest was recommended but the man insisted he has no time for that.
Mister Fiontann Berengar, a name I knew from when I met his company, The Black Steel. Six silver were paid for the elderberry syrup and treatment, will cover his visit and the next.
Patient: Human, female, adult
Symptoms: Cut on the hand, rusted metal shard lodged in it
Treatment: Metal removed, wound cleaned and bandaged
Meeting: Three days, earlier if there is irritation
Soon after I returned, a new patient arrived. The woman didn't speak but showed me the cut on her hand. When asked, told me that she had cut herself on a rusty nail while climbing an old ladder. The wound was cleaned but miss Sol was asked to return if there are any irritations or aches in the coming days.
Patient: Human, female, young adult
Symptoms: Ear infection
Treatment: Garlic oil
Meeting: -Return
Miss Jackilyn arrived with the order. I'm surprised that it didn't take longer than this. While she was here I examined her ear. Her infection appears to have cleared up and she told me that the hearing has gotten better. I've asked her to return if any irritation starts up in her ear again.
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I spoke with mister Berengar and learned more about this storm that the company spoke of. We talked in length about the possibilities of what it might have been. We have both dismissed magic as a possible source. It was harder to convince him that this was no unnatural occurrence, but rather, deception. Told me that he has fought dead men and skeletons. Simply impossible. The dead can't be reanimated and a skeleton has no structure to carry itself, what then fight. This has brought me to wonder if there is someone within the company that is dripping poison into their drink and food, causing such illusions. He was not convinced.
He suggested that I would join the company as their physician and follow this storm. While I'm tempted to study what is going on, there are things to consider. I've no desire to see death yet, nor do I have an apprentice that could continue my work while I am away. It wouldn't prove my practice well if I open my door only to shut it again.
He has allowed me access to the company's library. I'll be sure to visit later and get those books that I was promised. Maybe there's something to learn from old folk lore.
* Pick up books. -North Downs, Angmar
* Look into the matter of getting an apprentice.
My order of bowls has arrived. Nothing is broken and there are no cracks. Miss Jackilyn has done well. If I need any more, I'll be sure to contact her or her mentor.
I was caring for miss Sol when she arrived. I can see the value of having mister Zeylheim around now. He was able to move the crates and make miss Jackilyn comfortable while she waited. After miss Sol was treated and left, we sat down for tea.
The three of us spoke in length and our discussion turned to intimate matters. There's much about Zeylheim I don't know and miss Jackilyn continues to surprise me. It's hard to tell what she is thinking, nearly impossible to predict what she'll say and it keeps me amused. I find myself hoping she'll visit again, despite that she has no reason to now. Her views are simple, able to answer questions without a second thought. Love, to her, is simple. It just is. Something about this thought process makes me feel envious. It's strange.
Unable to sleep, I visited the town. The tavern was busy, I've not come across it so full before. It was overwhelming. Mister Berengar was there but only briefly.
I retreated into the backrooms. Thankfully, it was quiet there. It wasn't long until I was greeted by a woman. She appeared lost, wanting to mail a letter.By the way she spoke and acted, I began to wonder if she may be suffering early stages of dementia. I've seen it before.
Miss Narelin sat with me and we talked. She claimed to be of a noble house in Dale, having fled here to avoid her marriage. Told me she has a business here in town, directed towards visiting lords and possibly other men of the town.
She requested that the women under her care would be able to visit the infirmary when and if it should be needed. I accepted, even if I hope that I will not have to see any of these women.I dread to think what they go through for her business.
