Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

-- Better to avoid both the master's anger and the master's favor... What a reward. If you do something else for them, they'll probably ask you to fetch a star from the sky...

Of course, I want to, I haven't eaten all day... It would be better if it weren't basement pickles, and I wouldn't advise you either – you won't die, but you'll get a terrible stomachache.

I have a mansion, don't I? Two whole ones. Well, actually, a room and a pantry.

- Who were these pickles prepared for? For "clients"? Or did they just expire a year ago? Or is it for all sorts of thieves, so they wouldn't dare come back?

- I have a portion of fried chicken with porridge left. I don't need it, I was well-fed at the regent's. So if you want, you can eat it. There's no bread, though. I didn't have time to buy any. Will you be okay without bread?

-- Yes, I'm ready to eat raw grain already.

-- Only a man who can't fight is funnier than a woman who can't cook. Of course, I can.

-- Books only cause mental deviations; my grandmother taught me.

-- We can cook porridge, bake bread, make vinegar, and even brew mash. And all this from grain, water, and whatever can be found in any house – so we won't be hungry or sober. Of course, it will take about two weeks to brew the mash.

-- I don't know... If it's free, it's better to scrub floors than swim in the cold abyss. Most of it can be bought at the market; sometimes you have to ask hunters or just cut it off a corpse. My savings went to the treasury... or into the sheriff's pocket. Or the sheriff and the mayor split it. I don't know what he wrote, but I swear on my second ear – he has records.

Voldemar successfully wakes up with the dawn. The witch, judging by the quiet snoring coming from the pantry, is still asleep.