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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Simon" data-source="post: 6170392" data-attributes="member: 21938">The infirmary is adjacent to the chapel and parlour, all part of the same building. It is a small room with a large fireplace and a kettle for brewing. At the moment the fire is low, enough to keep the winter chill from the room. At one end stands a table with pestle and mortar and various paraphanalia, along with a shelf of books including title by Galen, Hippocrates, Aristotle, Pliny the Younger and a couple of Pharmacopaeiae. There are two cots in the room. One is empty, the other occupied by a young man, currently asleep and shivering despite the sheen of sweat on his brow. Above the bed hang a couple of bunches of rosemary and a simple wooden cross.Myfanwy examines the man, young Rhonabwy. The disease seems to be the simple malady caught from foul air or water, not infectious to others and rarely fatal in someone with a good constitution. If treated, the boy should recover. [OOC: i.e. Filth Fever].Brother Alwyn's head is nodding on his chest and he yawns widely and mutters something in Latin.[sblock=Latin]"And when the sun was going down, a deep sleep fell upon Abram; and, lo, an horror of great darkness fell upon him."[sblock= Knowledge (religion) DC 12]Genesis 15:12[/sblock][/sblock]Quint, too, feels sleepy as if Brother Alwyn's weariness is catching.[sblock=Quint]Fortitude DC 14 please.[/sblock]</blockquote>