Grumpy Old Lady Enca enters, banging her walking stick on the floor...
Now, now, what's all this nonsense! Ye young 'uns be quarrelin' 'mongst yerselves 'bout poor Oddwen?? What's all this finger-pointin'?? 'Specially against Miz Fea here, who never did nothin' but help yer sick! Why, jus' las' month she gave me a tonic fer me achin' old joints, she did.
Now, I dunno nothin' about her fella, this phantom. I'm not one te frequent a tavern, not at my age. Maybe back when I was younger, when we danced here 'til the moon wuz high... but there I go, talkin' nonsense too.
Think wi' yer heads, now. D'ye really think a young lass'd be able te do somethin' like that to another person? No, I'm thinkin' it's gotta be someone bigger an' stronger.
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