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>god this translation is awful... Oh well
- But... - you could see that the patient was not enthusiastic about this prospect.
- There's no dirtying the house, by the way. It looks to me like it's your fault. What were you doing in that wretched inn?
- An inn is an inn, but this field of yours is full of strange plants - I yawned, wanting to get it all over with.
- My dear, you do not know what you are talking about - she turned back to Zhunima, immersed in a very modest stream - so?
- My throat is dry and that's it - he said as if nothing had happened.
- ... So you went to a musty inn?
- Uhhh - Zhunim scratched his head in embarrassment.
- Hmmm we'll talk about that some more... Let's get back together.
And indeed. A place was prepared in this pseudo barn and everyone went to sleep. But it didn't take long, because it was barely dawn when that impetuous mayor's wife came again, this time with the mayor.
- Ahh Xera Xera... I thought we were friends... And now you see.
- Don't get cute with her! - yelled the wife - What was in that package of yours huh?!
Xera stood unmoved looking at the two calmly and sighed.
- What I thought was right. But from what you said you found this package somewhere in a ditch on the way.
- Don't change the subject, old woman! - The mayor was obviously trying to stop his crazed wife from attacking the herbalist.
- Calm down, nothing is known yet, is it? - he looked meaningfully at Xera and at me, with the remark that he seemed at least surprised by my presence.
- Exactly," said Xera, still calm, "why don't you first explain what's causing the commotion?
- A stir?! Something too!