The Hospice is over-flowing with the sick and wounded. Violence and disease abound in Ubersreik in the current chaos. The Bloody Flux seems to be an all-to-common complaint among sick, and many of the wounded show signs of severe beatings and not a few minor amputations (things like ears and fingers gone missing).
You are triaged when you come in by a very young woman - perhaps 15 - in temple garb (a practical white gown, a tight white headdress about her face, and a red bleeding heart stitched into the breast of her gown). As your wounds are not serious, it is a few hours before an older Sister of Mercy with a brilliant carnelian choker tends to you. She is assisted by a younger novice. She carefully cleans your wounds and replaces your bandages. Her fingers are soft and cool, and her manner - professional and compassionate - puts you at ease. She inquires after how you obtained your wounds, but does not pry for more detail than she needs to treat the wound properly. When she finishes, she kisses you upon the forehead and whispers "Her Mercy Upon You" before moving to her next charge.
In one dark corner of the Hospice you notice a few men tending the sick and wounded closely together. Under their cloaks, you can catch glimpses of tattered blue and silver uniforms. You can surmise these men are Jungfreud Loyalists who managed to escape capture and beheading by fleeing to the safety of the Hospice and the protection of the Sisters of Mercy. No sane person would violate the sanctum to apprehend them, but they are permanent prisoners in the temple as well. Still, they do not seem to be abusing their fortune, as they are clearly assisting the temple by changing bandages, bathing the sick, and other menial but helpful tasks.
No person in the hospice mentions payment or service in return for treatment - you must inquire after these yourself. For simple payment, a large wooden box is near the door with a slot in the top - you can drop coins into it. In the center of the hospice is an altar topped by a white granite statue of Shallya. It is festooned with wild flowers, small practical items, and offerings of beer and food (all vegetables).
Torvald, since he can read and write, is tasked with assisting a novice, Sister Jiefke, with cataloguing the names, ailments, and treatments of the sick into a huge book of records that must weigh two stone itself. The task seems never-ending and continues well past sundown. Sometime into the evening, a White Lady relieves Torvald of the catalogue and ushers him to a clean blanket and some dry hay in a warm corner of the hospice were another Sister gives him beer and a slice of sharp cheese.
Gilles is tasked with assisting the Sisters in removing the dead. The bodies are taken to a large, clean room away from hospice, where they are gently stripped and bathed by the Sisters in a large shallow stone basin, then wrapped in fresh linen. The Sisters tending the corpses sing a sort of lullaby to each one in a language Gilles does not know. Gilles assists them by repeatedly fetching fresh buckets of water from the temple's cistern. By sundown, seven bodies are so prepared and Gilles and two other healthier men carry the bodies to a small, hidden courtyard to one side of the temple. There, a silent priest of Morr, dressed in a long black coat with a crow's mask upon his face, waits with a flat wagon. Gilles and the men lift the corpses on to the wagon under the impassive gaze of the priest's crow-mask. When the bodies are loaded, the priest silently urges his carthorse forward. A temple novice opens a small gate that leads out of the temple grounds and shuts it silently behind him. For his efforts, Gilles and the other two men are ushered to a room with three large tubs filled with hot water and lavender where they may bathe. Their clothes are taken away and burned. A man - a charge of the temple - returns with food - beer and cheese - and replacement garments - simple raw linen tunics and woolen hose and trousers.