Brother Tomad had just finished listening to confessions for the day when a young acolyte told him Father Arinor had called.
Brother Tomad ran as fast as he could, before shoving the doors to the infirmary open, and rushing to the Bishop's bedside.
"Father Arinor, you... you wanted to speak with me."
The old man turned to look at him, the plauge had been horrible on him, his skin was discolored, he had a large bulge above one eye, and there were places one could see through his cheek.
"Brother Tomad," he wheezed. "I have sent a letter to the Archbishop, he will be here within a fortnight, I am certain he will make you Bishop."
"But Father, you are still alive."
"I doubt I will survive until morning, now be quiet I have something I wish to say. I have but one shame in life, something I want you to rectify. Brother I beg you, denounce the murders, and violence of the nobility, call them to repent, and push for their excommunication if they do not."
"I, father?"
"Please I beg of you."
Brother Tomad stayed by the Bishop's bed, agreeing to his requests, until he died in the early morning.