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Raphael sighed heavily and shook his head. "I understand you. This scoundrel belongs in a bottle..." He placed his hand on his chest, took a deep breath, and heavily sank back into his chair. "If only you knew how much I've suffered with him... It's unbelievable... But it's not about malice! You see... the Goddess herself deprived this unfortunate man of his mind. There are times when he doesn't even know what he's doing." He twirled his hand near his head. "There's something... something hidden here, you understand?" he pointed to his heart. "And here. Some kind of illness. Lately, he's been behaving well, as if he's gotten better, but something has now triggered it..." The merchant stared thoughtfully at Alma. "I'll have to resume his medication, because such outbursts are unacceptable..." He opened his wallet. "To be honest, I really don't need this hassle right now. Perhaps a good tip for this poor girl will help resolve the problem? Fortunately, no physical harm was done," he pulled out 500 aers. "And for you, for the trouble." Another 500. "And I will punish him properly so that he doesn't bother you or anyone else again. And I'll arrange for proper care for him. My father left him in my service, but he's nothing but a headache."