Seeing the mayor's daughter all alone, the miller ran to her.

Poor thing! Poor...poor...come with me! I'll cook you a loaf of sweetbread and give you some herbal tea. I...I wish I could do more for you.

Oh...And I can try to read that diary. The idol, I wouldn't give to that poor priest of ours! It could be dangerous! Better let it on the ground.

And I still maintain...we HAVE to get rid of the strangers. That werewolf plague came out of them! I say Winston should be sent on a raft...unless he can prove he's innocent, or that another stranger should be sent instead!