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9th Spring 514AV
Early evening
Joseph Watersong's house
Having slaved over the remedies required to treat Mr Joseph Watersong for the better part of today as well as forgetting to sleep the night before, needing to purchase many components and herbs as well as having found the rest scattered about his flat, Caridan was alas ready to pay the elderly man another visit. Of course before he set out he made sure to record every cure, every brew and every ointment, every ingestible substance on paper.
As the evening drew in he knocked on the door, letting himself in unceremoniously. A bag of all sorts of things slung over his shoulder.
"Good evening mr Watersong. How are we feeling?" he spoke with utmost professional respect to a man who had seemed like dressing himself was quite a challenge. His shirt was buttoned crookedly and his plain, cheep woollen pants were on backwards with clip on suspenders the right way round, holing for dear life onto scraps of fabric. One of them hanging off his shoulder.
Joseph sat up straight at his table, turning his attention to the man in his doorway, sighing deeply. He wasn't the most pleasant of men nor the most well mannered. None the less he nodded with acknowledgement to Caridan as he situated himself on the opposite end, unpacking his mixtures.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked again after a moment for it seemed that Joseph had somehow unheard his question.
"Splendid." the man said with a sarcastic groan. He then let out a cacophonous cough from his chest which sounded somewhat painful. And between the coughs he struggled to speak. "My stomach feels as if it's on fire and this cough has been physically ripping though my lungs. Learn to guess, boy. I am not well."
Whilst any other medic would grimace with displeasure at this rather abusive demeanour, Caridan was unphased. He cared very little for what the man had to say and even less for the way he said it. The question was simply asked from a medical stand point.
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9th Spring 514AV
Early evening
Joseph Watersong's house
Having slaved over the remedies required to treat Mr Joseph Watersong for the better part of today as well as forgetting to sleep the night before, needing to purchase many components and herbs as well as having found the rest scattered about his flat, Caridan was alas ready to pay the elderly man another visit. Of course before he set out he made sure to record every cure, every brew and every ointment, every ingestible substance on paper.
As the evening drew in he knocked on the door, letting himself in unceremoniously. A bag of all sorts of things slung over his shoulder.
"Good evening mr Watersong. How are we feeling?" he spoke with utmost professional respect to a man who had seemed like dressing himself was quite a challenge. His shirt was buttoned crookedly and his plain, cheep woollen pants were on backwards with clip on suspenders the right way round, holing for dear life onto scraps of fabric. One of them hanging off his shoulder.
Joseph sat up straight at his table, turning his attention to the man in his doorway, sighing deeply. He wasn't the most pleasant of men nor the most well mannered. None the less he nodded with acknowledgement to Caridan as he situated himself on the opposite end, unpacking his mixtures.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked again after a moment for it seemed that Joseph had somehow unheard his question.
"Splendid." the man said with a sarcastic groan. He then let out a cacophonous cough from his chest which sounded somewhat painful. And between the coughs he struggled to speak. "My stomach feels as if it's on fire and this cough has been physically ripping though my lungs. Learn to guess, boy. I am not well."
Whilst any other medic would grimace with displeasure at this rather abusive demeanour, Caridan was unphased. He cared very little for what the man had to say and even less for the way he said it. The question was simply asked from a medical stand point.
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