Almsbody

To a population that is largely forbidden to leave it's limits, communicable disease is devastating to overcome. Public health and all of it's hurdles are in the hands of the ever exhausted Alchemist Society. The front gates are a place of worship and almsgiving to the public, filtering the sick and injured to the almsbody. 

Toothcobbles

The almsbody is the central square of the Quarantine District and where most of the travel to and from the place occurs. An apothecary, surgical suite and inspection checkpoint, this rudimentary triage center can hold a hundred patients at the same time. Weak planks and sheets separate each client from another and prevent the progress of panic throughout the ward. The cobbles of the place are specked with blood and bone from innumerable operations. Bent and broken into small canals, rivulets of blood are allowed to collect and drain to the far end of the facility, towards the untamed outside.
Apprentices and acolytes can be found scurrying across the place at all times of the day to assist their masters with carts and materials. The roads of the place, so worn by the constant use and negligence of their owners lay in a constant state of disrepair. Flagstones, worn and broken as they are lay in pieces as shards of limestone on the ground. To the undiscerning eye they are easily mistaken for the numerous extracted teeth that find their way to the floor where they are kicked into the rubble under a thin coat of blood that litters the place.

Groan Way

To the side, several cots are strung up in the alley between the apprentice dormitories and the chapel. Here recovering patients are strung up for the night to convalesce in tight rows after surgery. Enterprising adepts have set up a series of nets, ropes and pulleys between the two story buildings. Either side has several leads that allows for cots to be hoisted upwards and out of harms way or taken down to be released. Patients who are a bit too comfortable are encouraged to leave by being placed close to the bottom, beneath the sicker patients.

Offal Canal

On the far side of the quarantine district, far from any patients is the Offal Canal. It is here where the blood of the almsbody drains into the sewers. In the event of battle and infestation, the far wall is also where amputations are accumulated. A cesspit of rancid smell and temperment, it is routine for ill disciplined apprentices to unclog the channel into the sewers to properly dispose of the medical waste.
A precious commidity, the waste is under constant guard by a member of the Violet Stole to prevent theft by desperate community members. 

The Pump

The tents and shanties around the square surround a clearing off center from the district. A singular handpump worked by an apprentice student is constantly running fresh water with a small team of peers. Like extinguishing a fire that never ends the bucket team is hard pressed to provide water to the entire almsbody. The handle of the brass pump shines in the hooded light of the place, polished by fevered hands.

Type

Apothecary