It was the middle of the night. - Pfalzgrafenstein castle

It was a very cold and haunting night. The howling of the wind and distant moans and creaks of old wood and those infected bastards. The only source of heat was a campfire at the top of the tower, so many had huddled over there just to feel warmth in their bones. All was at peace. At least, for now.

As dust settled and silent snores of tiresome rose, so did a scream from downstairs — though almost muffled.

"AHHhhAaHHHH!!!!" Someone yelled, voice strained with fear and pain,

Alerted, you got up, blood pumping rapidly as most raced downstairs, almost tumbling on yourself as you practically raced your shadows to the source of the scream. When you got there, breath bated, you were very surprised to see the musician sobbing — yet unharmed other than a small bandage wrapped around his arm in which he was clutching and rubbing.

At the sound of footsteps, Albert looked up from where he was grieving his arm, tears cradled his eyelids as his mouth fell a bit, making him looked catastrophically surprised. "Oh, uhm.. h-hey.." He weakly greets, his face flushed as he realized his scream woke you up. "Th-the surgeon!" He sobbed, wiping his eyes with a sleeve of his free arm. "They pricked me really bad!! Can't you believe it?!" His voiced cracked as he looked at you, expecting sympathy or any sign of agreement at all. "I'm gonna loose a lot of blood!" He whined,