Behind his mask Petruccio grimace, he recognized the smell even through the herbs that were stuffed in the beak. Opening the door he strode into the dimly lit room, his eyes darting this way and that looking for his patient. The man, a retainer for a local lord, had not been seen for two days after being excused from court on account of chest pain. That was when Petruccio had been called, all feared the black death, but none were brave enough to enter into the home without the doctor. And, as it turned out, they were right to do so. Sitting at his table, head down and face contorted in pain was the retainer. Sighing Petruccio drew out his cane and tilted the mans head back, dried blood was caked beneath his nose and along the corners of his mouth, the black bubos standing out as well. Reaching into the pocket of his robe, the doctor drew out a wooden rosary and laid it in the mains clenched hands, and after saying a few hushed prayers removed himself from the dwelling. Outside waited a small cart and two assistants the lord had sent to help with the matter, each was hunched over their horse, the hoods of their cloaks drawn in an attempt to keep the rain out. Walking over to the cart Petruccio reached in and grabbed a small book, pen and ink, and a large cloth, the noise drawing the attention of the two "You two go back to the castle. Tell the lord I recommend a full two day quarantine of anyone who came in contact with this man in the past four days." He ordered in a stern voice as he turned back to the dwelling 

"But sir that is most of the lower court and-" One of two began to complain, causing Petruccio to pivot on his feet 

"I know, and I don't care. If he wants the majority of his people alive, he will listen to me."Turning back he entered into the house. After laying out the cloth flat, Petruccio recorded the mans name, what his symptoms were and the date of his death and the date his symptoms emerged. Putting the book away he grabbed the body and dragged him over to the cloth and laid it down flat, straightening out the stiff joints. After wrapping it tightly he once more picked it up and carried it out to the cart, putting it in the back. Walking back around front he climbed into the front seat and spurred the horse on and out of the city, towards a pit far off in the distance, lined with wood and brush. Stopping at the piles and pit he got back down and once more heaved the body out and laid it in the pit, alongside a few others. As he did this an old priest came to the edge and preformed last rights over the bodies, giving the deceased one last measure of peace. As he did this Petruccio and another placed more brush in between the bodies, which were also getting drizzled with oil. As soon as the rights were given a torch was tossed into the pit, causing the oil to erupt, despite the rain, which eventually caught in the brush and then the logs. Petruccio turned, done with the whole affair and once more mounted his cart and spurred the horse back into the city, towards his home. Looking back from the gates he could see the glow of the distant blaze, the light cutting through the dreary night.