[Devout Farmer: Deity! May you grant us health, may we stay far from the plague...]
[Healing Farmwife: The priest says the disease is hidden in our blood. As long as we let out the blood, we can cure the disease.]
[Running Child: Who can save mom, she needs clean water...]
...
He saw — an old man afflicted with Black Mist Disease stumbling to seek help from a knight, only to be ignited by the disgusted knight and die rolling in flames.
He saw — the church's bloodletting treatment leading to many infections from wounds, speeding up death. The river flowed with pitch-black blood, floating with unattended corpses.
He saw — a sick child on the street stabbed to death with a spear, the corpse barely thicker than a wild rabbit.
He saw — soldiers placing apples on commoners' heads to practice archery, with no regard for their lives.
Hanging skeletons were exposed to the sun, almost crashing onto his face.
