>SELECTED: A tour at various families, affiliates and trade partners across the other duchies is the sensible middle ground. Pascae, a political charnel house, De Ver and other minor houses would cling to the relative safety of any larger house making their protection known. Fallavon, a visit to her ailing suitor the Marquis and either encourage his interest or let him down gently depending on the advantages to be had. Not to mention Romaine, there now being a certain minor house in impoverished realm that held her interest. [Duchy Courts]<span class="mu-s">Fenegan, 16th Day of Kostrimun, 883 A.C.E. – Cathagi – Church of the Holy Juvenescence</span>
>PREVIOUSLY SELECTED: Lawgiver: +1 Re-Roll to any tests involving trials (combat or legal)>PREVIOUSLY SELECTED: Emile uses his own money and resources to aid in the healing of the sick and wounded with Sister Ignatius. Doing what little he can and providing what aid she requests, applying salves and ointments, bandages and cleaning the filth from wounds and in doing so cleaning his soul in preparation for the Long Walk. [Write in] >SPENT -5 Sequins [Wealth: 190 Sequins] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3TNI_XuTUU&t=209s&ab_channel=RelaxingBackgroundNoise – The evils of the failing flesh and man’s indifference…Angel in Heaven, the Almighty surely loves to test his followers. Why else would you find yourself elbow deep in dirty bandages, the putrid stench of open infected wounds causing your gorge to rise as you pass fresh dressings to the Sister Superior Ignatius tending to the dying old man laid out on the table. And the man is surely dying, you need no apothecary to tell you that. Limbs wasted away, fever taking his wits even as rot eats at his body. You’d be shocked if he lasted the day.
You find yourself wondering what happens to the few slaves that do recover, or at least stabilise to the point where they are capable of walking. A few of the male orderlies seem local, but again they are but a drop in the pool of suffering concentrated here. There are so many. So, so many. And you’ve no idea how still linger in the streets and lanes outside, apparently many die crowded on the eastern wall of the quarters just waiting to get in and die her instead. Now you wonder if all the verdant gardens and sweet-smelling flowers were planted in the eastern wing of the Church of the Holy Juvenescence for an altogether more gruesome reason. The bodies, the smell alone…
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