Dr. Zullo. By appointment only.

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The old mage enters his office after a long absence. Closes the door behind him, shutting out the chattering of nurse Abigale... always complaining about the patients, shortage of clean bandages, how many of these ailments could be avoided if they would just keep things clean.

He turns the key, securing his peace and quiet for a few moments. The mage turns to his desk. It has been ages since his return to Candlekeep from his journey's east. The old mage approaches the desk, slides his hand over the old oak surface, a thick film of dust cakes. The large stack of papers sitting in the middle is the only article not so covered. He picks up the patient manifests and starts to go over them ... muttering to himself "Rickets, dysentary".. shuffles some more papers "shingles..." hmph "a self-diagnosed case of the oogles..." chuckles. "Back to work it is."

The old mage sighs as he slowly lowers himself to his seat, relying heavily on his staff as he sits. He takes out a long intricately carved wooden pipe and starts to pack it as he continues over the next few patient manifests. His gaze shifts to the old dusty tome in the corner of the desk... he wonders when he will have time to translate it.

....

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!

The mage stirs from his slumber... choking on a large pume of smoke. Must have dozed off with his pipe in his mouth again.

"Dr. Zullo! We need more fresh linens!!!... and we've run out of soap!... I've asked that acolyte to get me soap a week ago!!" Nurse Abigale is on the war path again.

Zullo clears his throat and starts with a raspy voice, shaking off the sleep. "yes nurse Abigale. I will have a talk with them." The mage sinks into his chair, enjoying his pipe once more.

KNOCK!! The mage jumps and chokes again on his smoke, holding back a cough. Nurse Abigale continues "And see if you can't get that apprentice of yours to go to the swamp and get us some more leeches."

Clears his throat again "yes nurse Abigale, I will attend to it." Zullo grabs his staff and braces himself on the arm rests as he rises. He opens the door, strolls through the infirmary, putting a white cloth to his mouth as he looks over patients. He dawns his cloak as he is about to exit. Creeks the door open... rain falls heavy outside... the mage mutters to himself "How grand."

"Oh, nurse Abigale... do let me know of any interesting or unusual cases should they arise... visitors as well." The old mage draws his cloak firmly about him and steps out. "Now where is that apprentice of mine..." his staff sloshes in the mud as he slowly makes his way down the path.

(((The Candlekeep infirmary is open for business should anyone need help with any strange medical ailments. Zullo is also an expert linguist, Arcane scholar, and experienced investigator. PM me or my alt Aaron Dall for relevant RP))