Sunberth--Spring 15, 513 AV
Afternoon
A loud yawn passed Thorn's lips as he guided his mule down an empty street of Sunberth, pulling the reigns every now and again to avoid a trash-heap or a homeless person on the side of the road that got in the way of his cart. He could practically smell the vagik from behind his medical mask that he almost always wore to hide his appearance, making him wrinkle his nose in disgust at the fact. Pulling a strap tighter on his face, he tried to focus on the road, but became lost in his own thoughts despite the fact that there were black clouds rising in the distance.
The whole place smelled like skyke that day, along with the overpowering smell of smoke. He couldn't claim that he himself wasn't as fresh as roses, as he had just been traveling for the last week, but in comparison to what he was seeing, he would have smelled godly. Again he had to wonder why he even came to such a rat-infested and gods-forsaken city that particular afternoon, but then he remembered: low morals and low life-expectancy, which is just what he needed.
Being a Nuit, Thorn wasn't accepted in very many places, especially the more superstitious and secluded towns on the road, but he knew that it was in cities where he could disappear if needed. It was cities that gave him the anonymity to go about his business when he wanted to be undisturbed and, if he wanted to continue his research, he needed to stand out as little as possible in that circumstance. But, seeing as it wasn't a rare occurrence for a person to get mugged/stabbed/murdered/all-manner-of-unwholesome-things, it was also a great place to offer his healing arts. He still wasn't sure if there were any other physicians in the city or which part they might even be located - hells, he didn't even know where he was going to be staying - but he knew that one could never have too many doctors in a city where you could more likely be stabbed than go out for breakfast.
After considering the fact that it was odd for him to yawn in the first place and how living of a thing it was to do so, Thorn directed his cart into where he assumed the marketplace was located. He only thought this because there men and women with stalls set up and advertising their wares through loud calls in an attempt to get a customer. A smile crept at the corner of his face from behind the mask, knowing it was the perfect time to advertise his own services.
Finding and navigating to an empty place where he could set up his stall was a more difficult process than Thorn had anticipated, as he had to push past more than a few crowds of people. Seeing as his cart was much larger than the average pedestrian, there were many pardon me's and make way's, but he was eventually able to navigate his way to a blank wall where he could set up his stand.
Jumping off his seat and stepping onto the side of the cart, Thorn pulled a large canvas tarp that covered his assorted equipment, actually a little surprised that he still retained it all. Searching through it for a moment, he finally pulled out a sign that proclaimed, "PHYSICIAN" in large red letters. Hooking it to the side of the cart, he also produced a table that sat on four legs, which he set up at the front of what he now considered to be his stand.
Placing his medical kit on the table, along with a ceremonial incense that he lit to hopefully provide the feeling of calm and health, Thorn began to call, "Citizens of Sunberth, are you ill? Do you have a wound that festers and rots? Bring me your sick and wounded! Smelling salts for vitality, medicine for pain, and I also specialize in surgery for those with gangrene or stabbings!
Looking around the Seaside Market from behind his mask, Thorn knew that whether these people knew it or not, he would save them. Dragging and screaming? Perhaps.
Afternoon
A loud yawn passed Thorn's lips as he guided his mule down an empty street of Sunberth, pulling the reigns every now and again to avoid a trash-heap or a homeless person on the side of the road that got in the way of his cart. He could practically smell the vagik from behind his medical mask that he almost always wore to hide his appearance, making him wrinkle his nose in disgust at the fact. Pulling a strap tighter on his face, he tried to focus on the road, but became lost in his own thoughts despite the fact that there were black clouds rising in the distance.
The whole place smelled like skyke that day, along with the overpowering smell of smoke. He couldn't claim that he himself wasn't as fresh as roses, as he had just been traveling for the last week, but in comparison to what he was seeing, he would have smelled godly. Again he had to wonder why he even came to such a rat-infested and gods-forsaken city that particular afternoon, but then he remembered: low morals and low life-expectancy, which is just what he needed.
Being a Nuit, Thorn wasn't accepted in very many places, especially the more superstitious and secluded towns on the road, but he knew that it was in cities where he could disappear if needed. It was cities that gave him the anonymity to go about his business when he wanted to be undisturbed and, if he wanted to continue his research, he needed to stand out as little as possible in that circumstance. But, seeing as it wasn't a rare occurrence for a person to get mugged/stabbed/murdered/all-manner-of-unwholesome-things, it was also a great place to offer his healing arts. He still wasn't sure if there were any other physicians in the city or which part they might even be located - hells, he didn't even know where he was going to be staying - but he knew that one could never have too many doctors in a city where you could more likely be stabbed than go out for breakfast.
After considering the fact that it was odd for him to yawn in the first place and how living of a thing it was to do so, Thorn directed his cart into where he assumed the marketplace was located. He only thought this because there men and women with stalls set up and advertising their wares through loud calls in an attempt to get a customer. A smile crept at the corner of his face from behind the mask, knowing it was the perfect time to advertise his own services.
Finding and navigating to an empty place where he could set up his stall was a more difficult process than Thorn had anticipated, as he had to push past more than a few crowds of people. Seeing as his cart was much larger than the average pedestrian, there were many pardon me's and make way's, but he was eventually able to navigate his way to a blank wall where he could set up his stand.
Jumping off his seat and stepping onto the side of the cart, Thorn pulled a large canvas tarp that covered his assorted equipment, actually a little surprised that he still retained it all. Searching through it for a moment, he finally pulled out a sign that proclaimed, "PHYSICIAN" in large red letters. Hooking it to the side of the cart, he also produced a table that sat on four legs, which he set up at the front of what he now considered to be his stand.
Placing his medical kit on the table, along with a ceremonial incense that he lit to hopefully provide the feeling of calm and health, Thorn began to call, "Citizens of Sunberth, are you ill? Do you have a wound that festers and rots? Bring me your sick and wounded! Smelling salts for vitality, medicine for pain, and I also specialize in surgery for those with gangrene or stabbings!
Looking around the Seaside Market from behind his mask, Thorn knew that whether these people knew it or not, he would save them. Dragging and screaming? Perhaps.
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