Please stop bothering us, you are not welcome here. This ground will not bear any fruit for you; we salted it profoundly to make sure nothing can sprout. Frankly, I would advise you to retreat immediately, if you don’t want all of this to end badly. And you don’t, do you? See, here we do things in a certain way. There is only one shop in this town, and it only offers particularly tensile plastic bags for you to carry your groceries. Everyone’s bags are dragging on the ground by the time they reach their doorstep, handles flapping awkwardly in the wind, and we like it like this.  She, on the other hand, was born too stupid to ever learn how to speak human language. After her mother died we allowed her to stay outside of the tavern so that she could feed on the scraps of food. Other women despise her; every now and then her belly swells up but there is never a child born of her underdeveloped body. Rumour has it that the gentlemen like to have their way with her after a night full of excessive celebration. You may think something should be done about it, but she must like it since she sticks around, doesn’t she? Or maybe she’s just senile, like everyone else in here, eager to forget the whole imbroglio.