The people waiting in line nearby couldn't hold back and all covered their noses, saying to the hunchbacked man carrying firewood, "Big brother, why does your son stink so much?"
"Exactly, why does this little kid stink like that?"
The man carrying the firewood turned his head and forced a smile. "Everyone, my apologies. My son has developed pustules on his body, and since I don't have enough silver to treat him, many places on his skin have ulcerated, so he occasionally emits an unpleasant smell. I'm just carrying firewood into the Capital to sell, hoping to earn some silver to have him see a doctor. I'm really sorry for troubling everyone."
Such a humble and courteous father.
Although the crowd felt quite annoyed, they couldn't bring themselves to say anything. Life is hard for everyone when you're away from home, so they decided to endure the smell and let the matter pass.
The line moved quickly, and soon it was the hunchbacked man and his son's turn.
