-- They're scared. It's not every day that someone in the slums is turned into a charred skeleton, -- says Rigobert
-- Too bad, -- Durtan adds impassively.
One of the soldiers whispers that he saw a watchful gaze in the window of one of the huts.
-- Don't be a scaredy-cat! -- Arno whispers. -- People have the right to look out their own windows. Maybe there's a poor but beautiful girl looking and sighing about us, so brave and handsome.
The joke slightly eases the heavy atmosphere in the group -- for now, no one is losing their mind.
They are almost in front of the house's door.
Voldemar made a note of the house from which they were being watched.
- Well, are we "going in" then? - he gestures towards the witch's house.
- Although, it's possible that it's empty here, and the whole gang is somewhere else...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).