Night Watchman

:Skulking Scribe had gone back down into the tunnel area through another route this time, and while it took longer than before, it did get him to Tunnel 753. Working on the locking mechanism like before, he entered the subterranean chamber, finding that Slade looked drawn and more pale than when he had left. Unconscious, but restless, the man turned a great deal in his sleep over the course of the night. Or, at least tried to do so. When it would come to almost laying on his right side, he'd turn back the other way with a few sounds that summed up he did need to be looked at.

The Scribe has his chronometer with him, and when it told him that the night was only half gone, he added wood to the fire then left the chamber. Through the tunnel system once more, he entered the chambers he used, washing his face at least before setting out to find an old acquaintance. When he emerged again, he was on the opposite side of the city, in an area not known for its medical professionals. And yet, he found the man he'd been looking for, and dragged him down into the tunnel as well with promises of a couple of Cosian's finest wine when the work was done.

The man had been a Physician once, but was relieved from duty when it was discovered he had been convincing poor free women their children died in childbirth, selling the children to richer couples for a nice profit. Not the most moral fellow then, but more than capable, and he saw to Slade while the Scribe went back up to his rooms to bathe and change clothes. He marked the progress of the work on the school as well, then met the male Physician outside the chamber once more. A few ehn later, the man had been dispatched in a way that meant the wine would never need to be paid, and the body disposed of efficiently.The Scribe did not want the man knowing about the existence of these chambers.

Meeting Strophe and Aella as they arrived at the school, he might have looked like he was tired, but he was used to nights with no sleep. No dead giveaway then on how long it had been, and he checked the injured man's face as guards took him off the palanquin to get him in the Scribe's own set of chambers. Getting the makeshift clinic set up, and Markus settled in, took a couple of ahns. The Scribe had already worked at getting more furnishings in the suite of rooms beneath the school, so it looked like any other house, save for the lack of windows. Fireplace blazes kept roaring, and the kitchen well stocked, he only went to move Slade into the area once all was prepared. The man was unsteady on his feet, but the progress was eventually made, and the man installed in a room next door to Markus's. He did not want them both in the same chamber, fever being as it was.

With both men taken care of, the Scribe went to his office in the underground channels, and waited for Strophe and Aella to finish the work at hand. Again, no windows from which to look out. But then, he had never been a day person anyway: