- We'll meet at the mermaid statue, - he muttered to his companions, trying not to show the pale greenish tint of his face.
After everyone dispersed to the places that interested them, he hobbled unevenly towards where he saw a "workshop" sign. Perhaps being away from the stinky, noisy street and distracting himself with something calming would help him regain his composure.
- Damn you, Fritz, - the disgruntled craftsman was clearly unhappy about something, - couldn't you have stayed in jail a little longer?