"We, the government of Doma, ruled by His Most August Highness, King Charles Robert Franklyn Gazern Domanda, have set forth this issue of public health and safety, declaring that all person of ill health report immediately to the Office of Public Health and Safety temporarily located at 52 Domanda Square and 10 Domanada Square.
If you are unsure whether or not your health is compromised, please report to either of these addresses to receive a brief but comprehensive evaluation.
Only certain ailments will be freely treated by this, the government of His Most Generous Royalty, King Domanada, ailments not covered will receive a recommendation of treatment.
The following houses are under government-approved quarantine pending an outbreak of a highly contagious but harmless skin disease.
The following homes and families are hereby quarantined under until further notices as proclaimed by the senior health official of this kingdom. If you belong to any of these families ore have been to these residences in the last week, report to the nearest soldier in order to be safely escorted to your home and thereby examined under the careful eye of a government-approved healer. Personal healers, biased by years of service, payment, enchantment, malediction, or otherwise will be considered approved by the government. Please refrain from attempting to influence approved officials as this will result in imprisonment as well as quarantine.
The House of Ellerby
The House of Del Izquierda
The House of Pountouse
The House of Mizutani
The House of Fullermount
The House of Viznyetachaov.
The House of Chatterly
Signed, Executive Deputy Assistant of Health and Safety."
The reaction of the crowd is mixed. A grizzled man with black stained hands and a worker's frock drops the pull cart of coal. It was the tenth time since he stopped to read the proclamation that he picked up and dropped the push cart as he shouted out to the crowds. "Bah! Some Lords and Lasses get a bad rash because of some crooked shipment of talc and the King is bending backwards and sideways for them but where was he when half the slums had the Coughing Fits? Eh? I'll tell ya he wasn't seeing the world upside down for us."
Two women in maid's attire pay him no mind as they try to shove their way through the crowd to get back to work.
" 'Hightly contagious but harmless'? This seems like an awful lot of fuss for a skin disease don't you think, Ishtarine?"
"Maybe it's disfiguring? I was at the Chatterly home two months ago; Do you think that I should get checked?"
"I don't know do you have any disfiguring rashes?"
"Just the usual dry skin from washing powder. Do you think that's what they mean?"
"You should have it checked, just in case. But can we do it after breakfast?"
"Sure! I mean it's harmless right? Maybe I can scare my lady into a week off with pay?"
"HA! That skinflint? You'd better bath in that washing powder if you want to scare her
into fishing in her purse." They have a good laugh at their employer's expense and head towards south Doma.
Two government healers, young boys probably fresh out the temple or academy, hurry past the board talking in hushed voices. Even as quiet even a whisper can find its way to interested ears.
Taiar, perhaps drawn to their worry, Katherine, even beyond her own inner turmoil, Brinala, patiently waiting her turn, and Mikail, seeking opportunity all hear them...
"This is terrible. Have you seen the bodies?"
"Shh, you'll be heard. Don't worry we'll find a cure." The one boy stops and looks with worry at his friend who stops in short order and looks between the two buildings and pulls his friend to an empty bit of the square and they begin to talk.
The conversations surrounding the board run the gamut of hysterical and apathetic and there are long queues and crowds at both addresses listed on the notice. The guards try to keep order but between answering questions and dealing with minor outbreaks of discontent it's hard to do anything but just keep their heads above water.