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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Yair" data-source="post: 1974587" data-attributes="member: 10913">Doshek is taken aback by your explanation. He raises his eyebrows in suprise, and then clenches them in thought (something that, apparently, does not come easily to him).He eyes Chen, taking in his foreign appearance as he is listening. He fidgets, and concedes defeat. "Very well" he says, "if it is your will lady Maratkova. But know that the holy see will hold you personally responsible in handling this affair! I will report your involvement to the Holy Father myself".He turns to the two jews. "You are lucky to have a good patron like lady Maratkova to look after you such! Don't abuse her generosity, and don't leave the city! I will talk to you ... later."He and his men depart.As soon as he departs Pyotr relaxes. He wipes dry tears from his face, and stands up. "Thank you, lady Maratkova. It seems I owe you my life... twice." He smiles, but is still shaking from the ordeal. "I... I thought I was doomed, and then... I am but a poor carpenter and now hardly even that" he gestrues to the ruined house around him, "but if there is any way I can reward your generosity it would be my honor."The crowed disperses. Ytzir releases his grip on the large thick table he held on to during the talk. Small chips of wood fall off as he does, and where he held it the table is crushed and broken. He says nothing, merely staring at the retreating Doshek.</blockquote>