Meanwhile, Amadeus was resting and recovering from his fight with Godrick. He lay in bed, sword wounds wrapped in bandages. I must be more hidden and careful, lest I fall victim to another of those wretched knights, he thought to himself. He peered out the window, peeking at the branded corpse. At least Amadeus still had men to carry out work for him, despite his bedridden condition
Meanwhile, a gathering of plague doctors congegrated in their hidden temple. "The deed is done. The people of Florence are already gathering around the body." One plague doctor said.
"Lord Gregia will be very pleased with our work." Said another.