the eve of Ascension, at None
By Saint Jude, I told Hedvika to give back my tin plate. It was only a loan for her nameday, but the stubborn girl will not hand it over. I need the coin for wine to settle my grinding bones.
Nota scribaeDictated by the market crates. She hit the ground with her ash stick several times.

You gave it to me, Kunigunde! It is my only clean plate and Veit the pawnbroker is gone anyway.