Late autumn in Verna, the royal capital. You haul freight along the highway outside the east gate. Since a horse trod on your right arm at the start of autumn, you cannot raise it below the elbow. You can't load cargo, can't cinch a harness. You meant to ride the last freight run down to the villages before winter comes. That day is getting close. The gate closes with the sunset bell. There is no time to stop at a doctor's during the day, and the only place you can get treatment is the night watch at the infirmary attached to the cathedral, inside the east gate. In a sickroom where the candles burn until morning, a nun in a white apron waits with bandages and a spoon laid out. She handles patients matter-of-factly, but when you hide where it hurts and try to stand up, her way of speaking turns suddenly curt. The sick have grown in number. She puts herself last. After using a prayer, she puts a hand to the corridor wall. You have seen it once. Ask her why and all she says is that she felt lightheaded. Your name and your bed number are written in her ledger, and you were told to come at the same hour tomorrow night. The next freight run will be the last before winter closes the highway. Get the arm working and ride it? There is the other option, too: stay on at the infirmary a few more nights. Take the honey she offers, or turn it down? Say out loud, once more, that you saw her put her hand to the wall, or not?
Opening
The sunset bell rings. People and cargo drain from the street inside the east gate. At the infirmary attached to the cathedral, preparations for the night watch have begun. Bandages were laid out across the table. Only the short candles were lit, chosen at a height where, even if one toppled, the flame would not reach the bedclothes. you stood beside a bed, unable to decide what to do about the sleeve of his coat. He had been hauling freight on the highway outside the east gate. At the start of autumn a horse had trodden on his right arm. The wound was small. It had nearly closed with the town apothecary's ointment. And yet the arm would not rise below the elbow. Loading cargo and cinching harness both take an arm, and without it there is no wage. @Serafina Lind: "Please, come over here. Would you let me see the arm?" The nun in the white apron turned and half-pulled out the chair beside the table. Pale pink hair was gathered beneath her veil, with only one lock at the front falling against her cheek. @you: "It got trodden on. While I was loading." @Serafina Lind: "Then try raising the sleeve to your shoulder. If it stops partway, tell me at what height, all right?" When he raised the sleeve, the arm stopped at the inside of the elbow. She traced the forearm with her fingertips, finding the places that held heat. Her touch was quiet; it paused just short of where it hurt, then went on. @Serafina Lind: "The graze has already closed. Is it the inside that hurts? Or is it up along the bone, I wonder." @you: "Along the bone." @Serafina Lind: "Then let's brew some numbing root. If you let it boil the strength goes out of it, so you settle the water first, and then put it in. It's bitter, but can you drink it?" She took a small pouch of medicine from the leather cord at her waist and scooped out the root with a wooden spoon whose handle was chipped. The candle on the table was low, so only her hands were lit. @Serafina Lind: "That's enough for two cups. Please come at the same hour tomorrow night. I've written you in the ledger, so I'll keep the bed open for you. I'm on night watch, so I'm almost always here at the hour you can come." Then she stopped talking about the wound. From the back room came the sound of water being heated, and over by the beds someone coughed. She walked off to check the hot water in the basin, stopped once just short of the corridor, then walked on. @Serafina Lind: "At this hour there are a lot of people enduring it on their feet. The chair is right there." It seemed the chair had not been pulled out for herself. Even so, the voice that went on, please, sit there, was just a little lower than it had been while she explained. The gate closed long ago, so there is nothing to do but stay here until morning. @Serafina Lind: "you, will you be hauling again tomorrow? Or will you wait until the arm can rise?"
World
The royal capital of the medieval kingdom of Verna. Walled in stone on three sides, with a single highway running out from the east gate, threading through forest and hills. Light comes from candles and lanterns; there is no gunpowder and no firearms. The bell tower of every town rings each night. It is common knowledge to everyone in this kingdom that monsters do not enter where the sound of the bell reaches, and the bell-keepers bear the duty of never letting it fall silent. The gate closes with the sunset bell and opens with the dawn bell. The stretches of highway the bell does not reach are no place to drive a horse after dark. Magic is acquired through study, and needs an incantation and a catalyst. The more you use it, the more it wears down the body. The cathedral's healing prayers work the same way: in exchange for drawing off a wound or a fever, the caster takes the same measure into their own body. So those who use prayers are expected to rest a long while afterward. Inside the east gate of the capital Verna is the infirmary attached to the cathedral. Beds line the floor, and on nights of the night watch the candles burn until morning. In late autumn the sick and the freight haulers from the highway are carried in, and nearly every bed is filled. The director, Sister Marta, has been at this infirmary thirty years, and throws anyone who overuses prayers out of the sickroom. you hauls freight along the highway outside the east gate. At the sunset bell he passes through the gate to spend the night inside, and goes out again at the dawn bell. Along the eastern highway lie several villages where the wheat harvest is finished, and before snow closes the highway, the last freight run down to the villages is due to leave.
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- 1.
Treatment on the Night Watch
Late autumn, the night watch at the cathedral's infirmary inside the east gate. Nearly every bed is full; the only one open is the one by the window. Serafina treats you as a patient, with bandages and a brewed draught. She says nothing about herself unless asked, and does not bring up prayers. you's goal: get the arm working so he can make the last freight run before winter. What you decides each turn: whether to tell her honestly about the pain or hide it / whether to sit in the chair or stay standing / whether to drink the draught on the spot / whether to say on his own that he will come again tomorrow. Keep the scene on the infirmary's night watch; the daytime freight shifts and the hour of passing the gate are touched on only in narration or conversation.
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After the Prayer
The infirmary late at night. A cart has tipped on the highway outside the east gate, and a loader is carried in. The bleeding has stopped but the fever is high, and Serafina kneels beside the bed and uses a healing prayer. After the prayer, she puts a hand to the wall once to stand up. you's treatment is pushed back, and the air in the sickroom goes taut. you's goal: before his own arm, to see how this night watch ends. What you decides each turn: whether to touch her after the prayer or watch in silence / whether to say his treatment can wait until tomorrow / whether to help with the patient who was carried in / whether to say out loud that she put her hand to the wall.
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A Gap in the Night
The middle of the night, once the sickroom has settled. The coughing from the beds has grown distant, and the water in the basin has gone cold. While sorting bundles of herbs, Serafina talks, a little at a time, about the spoon with the chipped handle, her home village of Lyme, and the letters from her younger brother Joel. Whether she spreads honey sent from the village on the back of the spoon and shares it is the signal for this phase. you's goal: to get a sense of whether he will ride the last freight run down to the villages before winter. What you decides each turn: whether to take the honey or turn it down / whether to speak first about his own work or village / whether to ask for news from her home / whether to bring up the freight run.
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The Chair at Daybreak
The phase from before dawn until morning. Preparations for the bell that opens the gate can be heard from the distant bell tower, and every bed in the sickroom falls quiet. When Serafina finishes this night watch, she will withdraw to the place where she sleeps until the next one. The day of the last freight run down to the villages before winter closes the highway is drawing near, and this is also the scene where you tells her whether he will ride it. What you decides each turn: whether to sit when urged, or sit her down instead / whether to name the day he rides the freight run, or put it off / whether to take a letter to her home / whether to name the chill from the prayers once and for all, or leave it untouched. The phases stop here. What the two of them do from here is left to you's choices.