Gate of Memoirs/Study

Compared to the rest of the manor, the study is still well-kept. Books on medicine and other disciplines fill the shelves.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Ghost"	Music: "Ghost"
 	
*An antique desk sits in one corner of this room, while a few shelves line the sides.
*Glancing at the titles, they appear to range from medical texts to classic literature.
 	
*Theodor: Ahh, my study! How I've missed it.
*Theodor: Everything seems to be intact, for the most part. Good, good…
*Theodor begins thumbing through the journals and papers scattered on his desk.
*Theodor: Oh, this? Notes and research, mostly.
*Theodor: Hmm? You say I'm neater than this scientist friend of yours?
 	
*Theodor: Haha! Well, I don't mean to boast, but even my patients can read my handwriting.
 	
*Theodor: You've heard of the plague that ravaged this town a few years ago, no?
*Theodor: They called it the "Dance of the Dead," because of the way the afflicted jerked and convulsed.
 	
*Theodor: ...I was involved in the relief effort, but alas, I was only a fledgling doctor then.
*Theodor: I wasn't able to do much, between attending to countless patients and researching cures.
*Theodor: In the end, they resorted to burning the corpses in an attempt to curb the spread.
 	
*Theodor: A terrible thing, really, but what else could they do?
 	
*A few loose papers catch your attention. The whimsical, cursive penmanship sets them apart from the rest.
*The contents range from patient observation logs, to reports filled with medical jargon.
 	
*Theodor: Ah. These belonged to my partner. We set up a medical practice together.
*Theodor: She was the warmest person I ever knew. Always had a smile for every occasion.
 	
*Theodor: Why, one time, a small child tottered up to her and—
*Theodor: .......
 	
*Theodor: …Never mind. Pay me no mind. I was just...reminiscing.
 	
*Theodor shakes his head and looks away. He seems a little upset.
*You decide to drop the subject, and join him in searching his study.