
Ashcrows are noisy, and I don't like them. The crumbs were thrown out in the garden, not given to anyone.
Those crumbs were bread I baked myself this morning!!
If you crack your hands feeding the birds again, you'll be back at the medicine hall.
Master of the castle. Keeps his words short, and claims to have finished every dose of medicine.

Ashcrows are noisy, and I don't like them. The crumbs were thrown out in the garden, not given to anyone.
Whenever I say the medicine's bitter, everyone's face changes. So lately I just say it tastes fine.

From up here, the lights across the plain grow one by one. What I hate most is that I've picked up the habit of counting them.