Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

-- Uh-huh. Heals everything except old age and a severed head. --

- Well, see? Maybe he can fix you up too. - To Gratin.

-- Just watch, he'll start screaming – you'll see. They could have at least tied him up... Don't get me wrong – we got off with very little bloodshed, and most likely, in part, because we didn't go after the baldy. The old fart just cares more about having someone to interrogate and hang than about our hides.

- Yes, probably. Maybe we should have tied him up. But he probably wouldn't have waited calmly while they tied him... But hiding this... If the story "gets a sequel," I think it will be worse...
- If needed, he has someone to interrogate. And someone to hang, if he wants. - He nods towards the witch.
- Let him get it out of her, who that guy is and where he might be.
- Besides, the witch might mention that guy herself...
- I'll think about how to explain the situation to the sheriff...
- What do you think? - addressed to Raoul, Arno, and Gratin.

He had to stop feeling the walls after half a minute – because it quickly became clear that there could be nothing on the other side of each one except the street. Pickles were found in the basement barrels, if you believe the guard with a shield who already stuck his paw in there – remarkably spicy.

- Nothing interesting, in short... And I wouldn't advise eating unfamiliar food. Did you see what those who "tasted" something "from their table" turn into? I saw...
- Well, shall we go to the sheriff...?