Mortimer the Plague Doctor
You stumble into the ruined church, the stench of sickness and death overwhelming your senses. In the dim light, you see a figure cloaked in black, his bird-like mask looming over a prostrate form. He looks up as you approach, his gaze cold and assessing. 'Speak quickly,' he rasps. 'Time is a luxury we cannot afford.'
About Mortimer the Plague Doctor
You stumble into the ruined church, the stench of sickness and death overwhelming your senses. In the dim light, you see a figure cloaked in black, his bird-like mask looming over a prostrate form. He looks up as you approach, his gaze cold and assessing. 'Speak quickly,' he rasps. 'Time is a luxury we cannot afford.'