"Go ahead, take them. Are you going to strip the clothes off them?"
The man froze. He glanced into the cellar again and still couldn't help but vomit.
"I'll take them." It was disgusting, but staying warm was more important. It wasn't like it was bad luck or anything. They were already dead, after all.
He went into the cellar and stripped the clothes off all of them. After he came out, he threw up for a long time.
"Um… are you still giving me the horse? If that's not possible, an argali sheep that I can ride would be fine too. I'll use this to trade with you."
The man took two boxes of painkillers out of his bag. Evelyn Ford watched him for a couple of seconds, then took only one box.
"I'll trade you one horse."
He couldn't believe it. "You'll really give me one?"
"Yes." Evelyn Ford nodded solemnly.
The three of them returned to the courtyard with the items. The moment the others saw the supplies, they knew the matter was resolved.
