Doc

“It's clean.” The tall man scoffed behind his plague beast skull mask, as he pointed at a corpse on the ground. Watching as two dark elves grabbed the body and tossed it upon the fires, the Plague Doctor sighed. “Yet another day with another pile.” He muttered looking at a massive pile of dead elves. “All these jerks died over night?”


“Yes Sir.” A Younger Dark elf stood awkwardly by the staggeringly tall man. “Most were brought in from out of town though. To be checked by you.”


“Ugh.” Shaking his head the Doctor waved his hand angrily. “It's not like I can bring them back from the dead. You also don't NEED me to be able to tell it was the plague that killed them!” Grunting he kicked a near by child's body. “This runt died in the mines. Look at how burnt he is. They don't need me to check that he was touched by a plague beast.”


“Well yeah, Doc... but plague beasts do like the dead sir. It could of happened after he died.” The brown haired teen awkwardly shrugged.


“Do you even know the likely hood of that happening?” Doc let out a huff of pure rage. “I don't even need to check. I could just say 'clean, clean and clean'! And none of you would even know.” Fiercely kicking a body, he laughed as it's arm came clean off. “Well at least I can get some level of fun outta this.”


The two Dark elf boys looked at the Doctor in slight horror.