“I’ve been told I need your particular expertise.” “By who?” “Physickers-for-hire.” “Which ones?” “Fordyce and Shuttleworth.” Fairhrim gave a snobbish little tut. “That’s the best money can buy, is it?” “They came highly recommended.” “And what have they diagnosed you with?” asked Fairhrim. Her eyes swept over Osric in a once-over, as though she might work out his affliction by sight alone. “That’s for you to discover,” said Osric.
