KIELA: Hold it, you two! We're here to rest and recuperate, not rummage and ransack.
KIELA: ... Though repair and renovate is more likely in our near future.
KIELA: Did you eat *all* the sausages?
SILVER: No. Those other ones were liver. Blecch!
TOR: Hey! You got dry clothes! Can *we* get some dry clothes?
KIELA: I think this calls for a change of plans...
SILVER: Hey, that's not fair! Why can't *I* go topless? I'm all cold and wet!
TOR: Because you're already drawing enough attention as it is!
KIELA: Come to think of it, I don't think the market *has* a bylaw against bringing in oversized personal weaponry...