— "Hold on, Hacker, I'll figure it out."
Yuventius walks up to the merchant with unsteady steps. He deliberately clears his throat so his voice doesn't tremble.
— "We're just poor folks, we can't afford this, sir. I guess we'll have to leave without buying anything... We'll tell our friends, recommend you to everyone, okay?"
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers