Patient: Dwarf, male, old
Symptoms: Pain in his side, bruises, falling faint, legs giving up on him.
Treatment: Pain relief and rest.
Meeting:
Master Yurri has came to the Soothery, seeking aid for his aches after a fall he suffered. He informed me that he's been passing out regularly and his feet have started to give in. There's a bruise on his side, which I can only assume is a result from the recent fall, but will have to keep watch should the bruise grow.
Master Maddoct arrived and has taken a look at the dwarf, informing me that this is a possible result of master Yurri's age. If this is true, there's little that can be done except make him comfortable.
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I planned on staying in the town briefly, but found myself remaining for most of the day. I spotted miss Calder, who was joined by a friend that I later learned goes by the name Cwenn, when she joined me after her previous company departed.
My conversation with miss Cwenn was on and off; I still have problems with small talk, and the debate that sparked between us only went in circles and yielded no new knowledge. She thought that I was unable to see past my answers, yet failed to give logic to her own. It seems to happen often that people believe I must be right, that I shall except no other answer, yet I never claim it to be. By what I've observed, this excuse usually appears when a person is unable to explain their answer further, to dismiss the subject and push fault on their company for their own lack of a proper answer. I didn't bother to try and debate with the woman further. There was no gain in it. We did find some common ground by the end.
We were approached by an unfamiliar dwarf, master Dinura. He was looking for masters Maddoct and Balnirar, because of a Hobbit, miss Kithri. From what I understand, she's gone missing. By the description given, I recall seeing her at the tavern the last time I visited. Dinura sat with us for a small while until master Balnirar came in.
I left the company shortly after to allow them to speak. I had planned on going home then, but the heavy rain stopped me — a strange fortune.
A woman approached me, miss Malhufel. She asked for my aid regarding a horse, fears that the beast has been infected by an illness its previous owner suffered. It's highly unlikely as from what she could describe; the man suffered from dementia. I've not heard of that illness jumping, what then to beasts.
Even so, I've managed to speak with mister Leoffrith, who has agreed to accompany me to see this horse and examine it. If there's any hint of an illness, I can take some samples to study, and he'll be able to keep the cursed animal away from me.
Miss Malhufel has agreed to take lessons with me regarding alchemy, the book that miss Fletcher gifted me shall make for an excellent study tool.
* Speak with Malhufel about the horse. Find time.
Leoffrith shall be taking a lesson as well, regarding numbers. It appears that he's been having trouble with learning to set up the ledger, among other things, if I understood correctly. When he finds the time, we'll go over what he needs. If he's to keep such logs, it'll be important that he does not mix up his numbers.
I need to remember to apologize to miss Rushwood after dismissing her so abruptly. Perhaps she'll have a name for the cat then, even if I still don't understand why she wishes to name him. At times, she reminds me of miss Blackburrow. She named my cat as well, Clayton. I made mention of this; miss Rushwood told me that the cat didn't look like a Clayton. I don't know what that means.
I'm beginning to think that he shall end up with many names, as people keep convincing me that the cat deserves a name or needs one. I still don't understand why.
I met miss Blackburrow in town, she sat down to eat, and speak with me. She informed me that she'll no longer visit the Thirsty Boar and encouraged me to do so instead. When she learned I had given Fiontann the address to her home, she scolded me, yet is unaware of my reasons, or his, for knowing it.
Why I try and fix a problem that she is causing between herself and the man she now lays with, I don't know. It'll make her happy in the end. If Fiontann and mister Sig are as close as I'm led to believe, she'd be foolish to try and come between them.
She continues to mock me. Now I'm a coward because she's unable to be reasoned with. If she wishes to believe that her love was true, I'll not argue it. I've had time to think and understand matters, things I saw then, but dismissed by her confidence in her own claims. She continues to believe she knows and understands me, and yet, of all those I know, I believe she knows me the least. It's strangely amusing now.
I'll have to remember to speak with Ruevir later. She returned in a foul mood but held it back after I informed her of the patient. She's been improving.
I'm not sure how best to handle things now. Doc is aware of the news about the Hobbit, and he didn't seem well after caring for the ill dwarf. Thankfully, master Maurr was there. Hopefully, he will be able to comfort Doc better than I can.
