Ouch!

Nah, don’t worry about it.

No, that’s all right. I mean, it’s a basket with holes.

Sure, I don’t mind. But that basket’s full of holes.

I mean no offense. I am but a humble farmer, not a great wanderer, like you.

I mean no offense. I am but a humble farmer. Not a... a great wanderer, like you.

You don't want to go up to that farmhouse, citizen. It's a terrible sight. The farmer and his wife, slaughtered in the night. So many knife wounds...

Footprints lead upstairs… No peasant's boots made these.

But the vittles were pox-ridden! Ehh… Whether by sword or plague, they's always killin' peasants…