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	[color=ed1c24]"Solch ein trostloser Ort in der Tat..."[/color] The muttering of the German surgeon was oft ignored by those he traveled with, though the only souls capable of hearing him at this point was the ferryman who was unfortunate enough to have to tolerate the presence of the solemn, oft unpleasant company of the man. Such was their general disdain for each other was the fact they had not spoken a word to each other, the silence only broken up by the mutterings of the Surgeon and the odd sound of a flask being opened and its contents drained just a little bit more. His mutterings ceased however, leaving the sound of the water as the ferry carried on. Dr Gwerder had resumed reading from his journal, the notes and ideas that had led the point that he was out here in the reaches of common decent folk. The reek of dampness and even death, the latter of which a rather old odor that was familiar to the man. Autopsies were rather common place in his work, though, so the reek of death, in its varying forms and aromas, was not unknown to him.

	[b]"We have arrived, the weather this time held fair, despite the signs."[/b] Ignoring, or unconcerned with, the murderous look from the ferry man, without a word Dr Gwerder stepped away from the ferry and strode into the fishing village. The place was in the path of the disease he had been tracking, and yet there was no sign of it yet. None that he could see, and outside of a single maddened fellow shouting at the water, who was already engaged in conversation by others, so he wrote that off for now. He had no interest in dealing with either of them, and for the time being he had little recourse but to seek out someplace to stay for the evening. From there, he would look through his notes and figure how to pursue his research from there. This was the last place he had noted the disease having been spreading towards, and yet, his instinct spoke sternly that nothing was here for him in regard to such things.

	Tracking down what passed for an inn in this misbegotten village, the surgeon approached the innkeep with purpose, seeing little of worth in the place. But it would suffice over the mud and filth of the woods and outdoors in general. [color=ed1c24]"A room for the evening, and a bottle of your strongest spirits."[/color] The innkeep looked rather poorly upon the rude newcomer, but the sight of a surgeon's tool bag indicated that he would have the money for his demands, and the business of a innkeep would continue even with rude guests. Producing a bottle, the Doctor provided payment for both, up front, before retiring to an unused table, seating himself and opening his journal. Uncorking the bottle, he found its contents woefully weak, but considering the fact this village was unpleasant at best right now, it would have to suffice his needs for some small measure of inebriation. [color=ed1c24]Wo habe ich aufgehört...?[/color]
	
	Dr Gwerder spoke to himself in his native tongue, muttering as he thumbed through his more recent entries, those relevant to the illness that had brought him here. While he was not afflicted with the strange malady, those who had been never seemed to survive, or else wished themselves dead. The Doctor's handwriting was nigh illegible to anyone other than him, coupled with the half decipherable German, made for a strange figure indeed. He was mostly drowning out the yellow clad minstrel as he strummed away, the man's mutterings and singing reminding him far too much of those that hounded him at home. He would delight in informing his sister that her suggestion to go abroad to avoid such unpleasant fellows had been for naught, but as of now, he had little else to say or do besides go through his notes and attempt to plan out what was next to be done. He had few options as of yet, pursuing the madman, disturbing those drinking, or attempt to wrangle answers out of the minstrel being the most feasible few. The idea of this trip being a waste threatened to rile the temper of the newcomer, which it threatened to be without any significant progress within the next few nights.