He stirred slightly when the door to his abode opened, having already forgotten the errand he'd sent the servant in. Hearing the voice made him relax a little. He waved his fingers to bring the man closer and finally forced his body around to look up at him.

"You're a doctor?" He looked at the man uncertainly. He didn't seem old enough. But maybe he was new. Just his luck. He slumped back in his large plush seat. "My luck, I guess this just means you are still hopeful and will do as I asked and keep my secrets?" He then turned again to glare at the servant until they left and short the door, trapping him in the dim room with him. As he sat back, he reached around with his other hand and gave a dejected sigh as he was reminded there was no wine in reach.

"Please sit, doctor." He said and gave a deep sigh and willed his eyes to shut and remain so. "I need your help. I seem to have come down with some illness. And I hope you have the knowledge and wisdom to help, though...you don't look much older than me."