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"Our patient claims a decrease in desire to do cruelty and a loss of enjoyment from thereof. Differential, my serfs."
"Could be curse from God Almighty."
"Or demonic possession."
"Okay, curse, posession... what else, come on?"
"Imbalanced humours?"
"The village apothecary has administered leeches with no positive effect"
"Could've done it wrong, uneducated oaf might have mistaken earthworms for leeches for all we know"
"Good point. Redo leech treatment. Docteur Foreman, head to the patient's estate. I want to know of any ill-wishing family members. Check basements and cellars for signs of demonic summoning."
"This is a duke we're talking about, his estate is huge!"
"Then you better get started posthaste!
Sir Chase, go to the cathedral and ask the bishop about the patient. We need to know if he deserved a heavenly curse. Remember, omnes mentiuntur. You have to ask the bishop, the vicar, the beggars in front of the catherdal and the convent next to the craftsman's district, and look at what they don't tell you.
"If the leech treatment won't work the patient might well be taken by angels before we find out the case."
"Which we should rejoice at. But he has been a donor to the royal treasury and Queen Cuddy has ordered us to keep the duke alive. That's why medica Cameron will administer concetrated sage elixirs and broad-spectrum prayers to keep him alive. Godspeed, people!"