Chapter 7
"North. That's where they must go. Why north? It's simple.
There's nothing there for the dark-monsters- no food, no people, no safety. No society.
That is their punishment."
- Guildmaster Naomi LaCruce of Guild de St. Genévrier, c. 1499
Eerste Dag: Lunen
Niklas lead his band of sneasel, one short of what it had been only a scant few hours ago, into the town of Lunen. After a short break camping outside the main gate, they awoke mid-morning. The town was bursting with life, with monster-kind of all walks and types walking around the small town, going about their business. There was an incredible amount of dark-monsters around, though it was obvious none of them planned to stay, as did Niklas and his motley group. Raisa took in the town as they crested a rise on the southern flank, granting a better view of the central area of the town.
"Stad van Lunen…" whispered Raisa.
"Northern most town in the Kitherlands and border to the wastes. Our grand new home for the rest of our lives." Luuk helpfully added.
The other adults gave him angry looks. He shrugged in response.
"Like I'm lying. You know I don't lie."
Niklas ignored his fellow's rambling and continued to walk deeper into town. He had a few goals for their short time in town and number one was getting Grijs' leg mended. He turned around to see the group split apart, with Luuk heading to a different area of the market to browse, Raisa to look for food and medical supplies, and Grijs, now left to tend to the children. The sight made Niklas laugh.
Passing the market, he made his way around, asking around in there was a doctor in the town. Passing a stall selling various sweets and cadies, a toxicroak guard stopped him in his tracks. The guard pulled out a spear from behind him and lazily pointed it at him.
"Halt, in the name of the crown..."
Who Niklas noted, sounded like he's said this line one too many times the past month. The sneasel stopped and faced the guard, who's uniform was rather ill-fitting and expression as pleased as the murky waters of the town dump.
"We were just..."
"Passing through?" the guard let out in long croak of irritation, "Yeah, yeah. I hear it from all of you. Let me take a guess, either you're looking for the town's church or the town's doctor. For the first, we don't have one so pray in a tent. Secondly…"
The guard pointed at one of the housing across the market square, resembling a duosion. The sneasel thought it looked jarring amidst the typical housing around it.
"That's where the town doctor is located…" the guard let out another croak, "Is that correct?"
Niklas gave him a firm nod, "Yes, thank you."
He walked away to look for the members of his group. The guard leaned on his spear and croaked.
"Why do I deal with this? Why did the king assign only five of us to this town…?"
Niklas found Luuk staring lovingly at an allotment of weaponry sitting on top of one of the many stalls in the square. He could see everything from measly daggers to top of the line rifles sitting on the table.
"Heh. I bet Grijs would love this one."
Niklas stepped over to Luuk as he pointed out a rifle with a glass sight on it.
"A Daalen 94 Addicks. Same as the one she used."
The merchant, a rather small volbeat, on the other side of the table was watching the pair closely as Luuk and Niklas scanned the rifle in all its detail. He moved closer to the two and flashed the revolver in his holster to them.
"You two... I hope to den Leben you two decide not to be dumb fools and try to steal it."
Luuk gave the merchant a laugh and a calm smile, even as the merchant aimed the revolver at his head. Niklas held some concern but Luuk waved him back.
"I know well that you wouldn't just murder two potential customers." he gestured to the rifle, "And to say nothing more, this rifle is something the two of us remember well… I'm guessing it's surplus from the Conflict. Am I right?"
The merchant nodded, "Yes, it is. Bought it in a bulk of fifty. Sold twenty so far. Daalen rifles are known for quality, minding the level of polish found in them as well."
The merchant holstered the revolver and picked up the rifle, showing it in even greater detail now that they can see its underside.
"As you can see, it's the same rifle used by the Duchy of Luhnstedt and its allies in the Conflict, as you said." he said, acknowledging Luuk's observation.
"No mistaking it." commented Niklas with a laugh.
The volbeat nodded and pointed at Luuk, or really, the rifle on his back, "It's a far better rifle than the S.K.N Model 1467 on your back. Easier to use as well, what with being able to load eight bullets compared to the five for the Model 1467."
"You're trying to sell us something we've both used for at least five years. There's no need." said Niklas.
The statement stunned the merchant. He had considered them to be no more than the usual dark-monster that passed through and bought whatever they could. They didn't care for the nuances of the rifle- only that it's round was powerful enough to take down aggron if shot in the right place. These two were well acquainted with the rifle and likely knew it's actual worth.
And that's why, when Niklas asked how much they were, he decided against marking up the price on them.
"This one in particular, thanks to the sight, is four-hundred Schild. A regular one is only two-hundred and fifty Schild. And if you want munitie, it's fifty for a box of one-hundred 10 millimeter Addicks."
"Fifty? I'm plenty sure it's rather cheap to produce 10 millimeter munitie, especially Addicks. And after war, with such a heavy surplus…"
Niklas didn't even finish when the volbeat in front of him laughed.
"Yes, yes. I know but it is hard to acquire munitie far up north, like here in Lunen. We're as far as we could be in the Kitherlands from Ruarktschland. Imagine the prices in kingdoms farther north like Rukilin, Alinord, and Matzovin! This is as low as I can go for you!"
Niklas looked at Luuk. They nodded to each other and then looked back to the merchant.
"Mark down two Addicks for us and three boxes of munitie as well." said Niklas.
The merchant clasped his hands together and beamed.
"Gladly!"
He rushed around, as best as his short legs could, his coat making it impossible to fly. As he gathered together the necessary items for the pair, Luuk peered up at the rifle peaking over his shoulder. He looked to Niklas.
"Buy more munitie for it. It may be weaker than the Addicks but it's still a rifle worth its salt- Raisa will never stop talking about it when she can.
Luuk snorted.
"I think she has a different concern these days… Sir, how much would a box of 8 millimeter Cobel rounds go for? I'd like a single box."
"That would be… Hargh…!" he set down the crate of Addicks ammo down and pulled out three smaller boxes in succession, "It would be twenty Schild per box. Weaker caliber, even more supply…"
Luuk smiled.
"I'll take two then."
The pair of veteran soldiers meet back up with Raisa, who had a new backpack filled with medical supplies while Grijs had a new pack filled with food. The children were busy playing with the local children in the designated area of the square.
"I see you two are prepared."
Raisa's observation was rather astute: Niklas was carrying the boxes containing the two rifles while Luuk was struggling to carrying the boxes of ammunition. Although small, together, they were heavy. Niklas grinned as he put down the boxes and opened one.
"Well, we have to be. Don't know what's out there and I thought what better than using something all of us know how to shoot?"
He pulled out the surplus Addicks rifle and presented it to the pair. Grijs' eyes widened, seeing her old charge once more, free for her to use.
"Is… is that for me?"
"One for you, and one to replace Luuk's rifle. Raisa, you'll get Luuk's current rifle. He'll do better with one of these- we both used it for four years. Maintaining them will be easier for us."
Raisa watched Luuk slip off the S.K.N rifle from his back and hand it to the her. She took it from his hand and observed the long firearm carefully. Satisfied with what she found, she slipped it over her shoulder and moved it to her back.
"An honor… never had a rifle assigned to me but I'll get used to it."
"Well, get used to it…" Niklas glanced around the square and when his eyes rested on the duosion shaped building, he remembered something important.
"Oh yes, see that duosion looking building Raisa?"
Raisa looked over the square until she spotted the building. She did a double take when she did and grimaced when she realized it actually existed.
"Oh yes, that ugly looking one."
Niklas held back a chuckle, "That's where the town doctor is located."
"Is it…?" she said, unimpressed, "Well, then let's go Grijs."
Raisa began to walk over to the building, helping Grijs along. Niklas and Luuk watched as the four child sneasel followed the pair into the building.
"Think we'll survive longer than a year? If we do, then we'll have a chance at making a new, dark society for ourselves." said Luuk.
Niklas rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He let out a quiet sigh and looked to a nearby market stall, which had a lone purrloin as its patron.
"I've said this too much by this point but… I hope we do."
Raisa helped Grijs into the one of the seats within the office. The four child sneasel followed behind and sat in chairs that available. The office itself was empty despite the time of day and the only employee they could see was a exhausted looking nidorina sitting behind a rich mahogany desk stacked with a measurable amount of papers on top, surrounding the poison-type tauntingly. Next to her desk was the door to the examination rooms, from what Raisa could tell. The only other door, besides it and the entrance, was one to a bathroom from the sign on the door.
Raisa walked up and tapped on the desk to get the poison-monster's attention. She looked up, the bags under her eyes weighing them down enough that she barely saw the face of monster in front of her.
"Aaa…" she yawned, "Doctor… Maarten… is out… all week… only his assistant… is here…."
Raisa raised an eyebrow. She looked around and listened carefully. She heard no noise other than the snores of the beleaguered secretary in front of her. The cat moved to the door going farther into the clinic and opened it. She looked back to the others and held up her hand.
"Don't follow."
They heeded her order without question, to Grijs' shock. Raisa didn't get to see this as she stepped into the dark hallway on the other side and gently closed the door. Observing the layout, there were only four examination rooms, an office at the end from a sign posted on the door, and a closet. Choosing to use her instinct, she closed her eyes and focused her hearing.
"Ahaaa…. hu… hu…"
She heard the distinct sounds of snoring coming from the closet down the hall. Quietly, she made her way over. Every step she made was carefully placed and light as possible so as to not alert whoever laid in the closet. Once there, she grasped the handle tightly and opened the door. She peered into the closet to see a sableye dressed in fine clothes, a bronze cross lapel on his right breast, and a headband bearing the same symbol in bronze coloring. She reached down and shook his exposed shoulder.
"Eh… wha….?" he slowly turned his head to look at her and jumped back at the sight of the sneasel in front of him. "Oh good gods, who are you!?"
Raisa raised her hands up to show her peaceful intentions. The sableye stood up and raised his fist, ready to fight.
"Keep calm, I'm not here to hurt you or anything."
Her words got him to lower his guard but he was still wary of, to him, the mystery dark-monster in front of him. Raisa let out a relaxed laugh and smiled.
"There's no need to be nervous. I'm just looking for help for my friend."
The sableye blinked twice then sighed. He reached up and adjusted his headband, making sure it was upright. He then adjusted his coat and stepped past her into the hall. Walking to the waiting room, he lit an oil lamp in the middle of the hall and lit it with light once more. Raisa followed closely behind once he began walking again.
"Well, I'm the one to see right now. Doctor Maarten is unavailable- called south to Luhtjen for some sort of emergency. If you need anything that involves surgery, don't expect it."
"Well… that's not good."
The sableye stopped before the door and turned around. He gave her a curious look, one that made Raisa rub her hands anxiously.
"What happened to your friend?" he demanded.
"She… got shot in the knee."
The sableye slowly shook his head before chuckling and looking back to the door. He put his hand on it and sighed once he finished chuckling.
"I… can't help then. I'm sorry… your friend will have to do without…"
Raisa watched him walk past her, possibly to go back to sleep. She grabbed him by the arm and looked the imp straight in the eyes. He tried to speak but found no courage staring down the fierce cat eyes of a sneasel.
"If you can't help then what kind of physician are you?" she asked.
"One who is only an apprentice! Do you expect me to conduct surgery without direction!?"
His words hit Raisa and pulled out memories of her youth, days spent on end training under her beloved father. She narrowed her eyes and spoke.
"I'll help you then."
She pulled a lapel similar to the one on his coat but in gold instead of bronze.
"You're… you're an actual surgeon? Cer-certified by a-"
"A Duke? Yes. My profession was in high demand during the Conflict, what with all the injury and death."
The sableye swallowed a nervous gulp unintentionally. He slowly put his hand on her arm and pulled it off.
"F-fine… I'll let you-"
"No."
The sableye recoiled. He hadn't expected her to refuse the offer of using the room herself. She was a practiced surgeon, why wouldn't she take it?
"An apprentice needs practice and hard guidance. You operate. I'll guide you."
The sableye contemplated the offer then realized it was less and offer and more an order from a superior- not that she wasn't in this case. He nodded and looked to one of the doors nearby.
"Bring your friend to the first room on the right… I'll get it set up for y-us."
"Thank you."
Raisa opened the door to the waiting room and slowly closed it. The sableye could hear talking from beyond but dared not interfere with whatever they are conversing about- that was rude. Instead, he walked into the examination room and turned an oil lamp on to give the room much needed light. He took a deep breath and shook his head as began to rearrange the room as needed for an operation.
He pulled out the table for examination to the center of the room and locked the lowered pieces up to form a longer table necessary for surgeries. He pushed a small, movable tray table over and set down a pallet of various knives, scalpels, and prongs. Next was the salve needed to numb the pain- unless her friend was machoistic, this was needed or the pain would be unbearable from what his master told him. Finally, he set a disposable bedsheet on the table and set another down to lay upon Grijs to cover her body, more courtesy than need- no civilized monster wants to lay on some table with their parts exposed, even if there were only two people to see and one of them was a close friend.
He finished laying out the lower sheet when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" he announced.
He watched the door open and Raisa walk in with another sneasel, this one hobbling with a rather rudimentary splint on her right leg. He could see the pain on her face with every step she took and hurried over to her. The two together helped her onto the table.
"Stay still please." he ordered as he grabbed a pillow from a cabinet and laid her foot on it to raise it higher for the operation, "And I have to ask but… can you take off your clothes? You can keep on your shirt but your jacket and pants have to go."
Grijs gave him an angry stare. Raisa flicked her in the forehead in response. The sniper let out a soft groan and started to undo her jacket. Raisa did off the belt on her pants and pulled it off as smoothly as possible without agitating her injury. The sneasel on the table let out a soft hiss when they got caught on the splint for a moment, aggravating the fractured knee.
"Please… be gentle…" she ground through her teeth.
"Sorry Grijs…"
The apology was not unnoticed by the sableye, who was working to mix up the salve as best he could with his limited knowledge.
"That reminds me, I never caught your name."
Raisa gave him a snicker and looked back at him.
"I am Raisa van Coulding. Some call me Raisa the Cold but I prefer you just use my first name. I don't know about my friend's actual name but we all know her as Grijs." Raisa gave her friend a teasing look, "And before you say it and make her mad; yes, it is a color and it is an odd name for a sneasel to use. But she refuses to tell us her name, so... grijs it was."
Grijs growled then hissed.
"Keep it up. I'll make sure your leg is broken next."
"Like you want to make Niklas mad."
The sableye assistant held back his laughter and put down the salve on the table next to the pallet of tools.
"Well, my name is Alexander van Oirschot. Alex is just fine." he rinsed his hands and once he dried them off, he took a deep breath and smiled weakly to the pair of cats.
"Well… let's get started."
The pair quickly went to work. Alex applied the salve, letting it sit for a few minutes before Raisa made an incision on the brown sneasel's knee.
"Ready?" Raisa asked Alex.
The sableye nodded, grabbing up a pair of prongs.
Thanks to the mixture of stun and sleep spores, the salve helped Grijs feel none of what was happening but she can see what was happening. And what she could see put her on wits end more than any battle or enemy encounter could every have done in the past.
"Ehh…" she squeaked, watching the sableye maneuvering the small prongs in the incision Raisa had made, "…would it be a problem to say hurry?"
"Yes." the two answered, more focused on their work than her words.
The sableye breathed heavily through his mask as he carefully maneuvered the prongs into the incision.
"Surgeon Raisa… t-there's so little space…" he said worriedly.
"Take it slow. Focus on the goal instead of trying to actively avoid touching something. You'll get there."
Grijs just closed her eyes and laid back but couldn't keep them shut. Curiosity burned and she sat back up once more. The move jostled the table, enough to Alex freeze up and Grijs hissed in pain. Raisa pushed her back down with a forceful hand and kept her there when she tried to move.
"Don't move. Unless you like the feeling your broken leg… the salve only works on the incision, not your bones."
"F-fine…"
"And if I let go and you move again, I'm tying you down."
Grijs scoffed and closed her eyes, trying instead to go to sleep. While the salve numbed the pain, it also tired her out minute by minute thanks to the sleep spore in the mix. The brown furred cat was asleep shortly after.
"She's asleep." observed Alex.
Raisa smiled.
"Means she can't interrupt now. Should've done that first honestly but I like to sometimes see her squirm."
The sableye winced, "That's cold."
"I am a sneasel." Raisa muttered.
For the next five minutes, Alex worked his way to the bullet while rearranging pieces of bone carefully and managing her torn muscles. With guidance from Raisa, the task was easier than he thought. Mistakes were made countless times but nothing that couldn't be fixed and none that could kill.
At the sixth minute, the imp finally got a hold of the bullet and gently pulled it out. A tense minute passed before the two got sight of the deformed lead. The sableye placed the piece of lead in a small cloth on the side table. Once there, he let out the breath he had been holding the entire time.
"Did it…" he said as a smile slowly formed before chuckling, "Oh gods, I can't believe I've done it…" he turned to Raisa and thanked her for the help.
"We're not done. We have to make sure her muscles are settled in place and healing fine as well as fixing the fractured knee. And after that, we have to set a cast or else the bone ends will never heal. Not with how she acts."
The sableye gulped and looked back to the incision. He could see the exposed muscles, a hole visible for them to see thanks to the bullet that entered her knee.
"Alright then… how do I check her muscles are fine?"
Raisa walked over to Alex's side and pointed down at the knee, or really, the open cut area.
"See the exposed muscles and the injury to them- the hole?" Alex nodded, "Pay attention to the muscle around the injury. Normally, it's red due to the blood but muscle is really gray in color."
Alex looked in and saw the muscle around the hole was neither gray nor bright red but a dull shade of red.
"Well, it is red but… not as bright."
"That's because it's healing. Slowly thanks to her walking on such a bad injury but in this case, it does mean we do not have to tend to it. We can leave it be."
"Wow, you know so much." complimented Alex.
Raisa smirked, covering a chuckle as it escaped.
"Well, I have years of knowledge, including a war. You learn over time… ever dissected a corpse before?"
Alex grimaced, "Just… one…"
"Ah, okay. Let's not talk about then. How about getting to the next part- repairing the bone. The patella, or kneecap… you know of it, correct?"
Alex nodded and pointed right at the knee, in a spot just next to the joint.
"Yes, it's right here. A recent discovery, right?"
"Well yes, it is." she said in surprise, impressed by how knowledgeable he actually was, "It's likely to be the bone that fractured, considering she was shot in the kneecap. Thankfully, the person who did, had done it from afar or else this would be an amputation instead of surgery. All that must be done is make sure the bone is placed corrected then add a cast."
Alex got right to it and observed the area where the bone lay as best her could through the incision. When they finally see it, they both agree that the bone pieces only needed a minor adjustment before they're finished. Once done, Alex pulls the prongs out and gently lays it on the tray table. He turned to Raisa, who was rinsing her hands once more.
"Thank you for the help."
Raisa turned to him with the bowl of water and a piece of lye in hand. He took both and cleaned his hands too.
"No need. I'm always glad to lend a hand where needed. Just let me sew the incision up. I have more experience with this."
"That was an excellent operation. You do good work."
Raisa put a hand on Grijs's leg. The incision, if it could've been seen, was cleanly sewn up by the older sneasel. Grijs pat at the cast the pair had applied to her leg- one that only reached over above and below the knee. Alex laughed as he put away extra rolls of plaster.
"Well, a medical officer of your caliber could've done it all on your own. All I did was…"
Raisa held up a claw, "No, you lead the operation. You did it. Don't defer to me even if I'm the one with experience. Everyone starts somewhere- you started here."
Alex stood there awkwardly. He had no clue what to say and settled on something simple.
"Well I… err… dank je."
Raisa smiled. "Your welcome."
"So… how long will I have this on?"
The pair turned back to the brown sneasel on the table. She had woken up and was now sitting up and feeling at her cast. She looked back up to them when she noticed they were staring.
"Well…?"
"Three weeks. That's with a diet including oran berries. Five weeks without." said Raisa, almost reflexively.
Grijs grimaced as she looked down at the cast. She shook her head and began to slide herself of the table, careful not to go too fast. Slowly, she put her right leg over the edge, then her left leg. She stared at the ground with an uncertain gaze, which the two caught easily.
"Can… can you two help me down?"
"Sure." Alex said, walking up to her. Raisa assumed he either didn't care about her mood with this or did but decided to play with her. Whatever the case, he grabbed hold of her shoulder and slowly let her down to the floor. The brown sneasel took a few test steps around, getting the feel for her new condition.
"It's… better than walking with that splint. Not too much pain but…" limping her way around the room, she tried to judge the fastest she could walk without bending her knee. "It's hard to walk quickly."
"Good thing we made it to Lunen, huh?" said Raisa.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Grijs sighed and slowly made her way out, slamming the door as she did. Alex stood with a stunned look on his face. Raisa began laughing, adding to his shock.
"Uhh… you're… not concerned about her attitude?"
"She's always trouble… odd really. I've known her since the war and she was like this when they first meet her. I can only imagine her childhood." revealed Raisa.
"How do you put up with it?" inquired Alex as he went to a counter and began writing something out.
"Not easily. If we could've left her behind, we would've but…" Raisa rolled her eyes. She had to admite, Grijs had skill- a skill in killing. "She's our best hunter and our best shot. She was a scout during the war if you were curious."
"Fascinating. Are all scouts like that?"
"They tend to be loners, which is why they're scouts."
Her answer satisfied the sableye and he turned back around to deal with the paperwork. A question formed in Raisa's head as she watched him write away in front of her. It had been burning since she meet him and now that they had time, she found reason to ask.
"Alexander… can I ask why are you still in Lunen? Aren't you afraid?"
"Hmm…?"
The sableye turned around and stared at her. She could see something behind those gems- not malicious as myths go but more of observation, like he was trying to find something- something to say.
"Well… yes… I am. But I have a duty, and as long as I do, I will carry it out." he finally answered.
"And what is it?"
"I promised a family member I will stay with him and travel north together. I refuse to leave until then. If he never does… then the Guilds will have to execute me. Lunen is my home- I would never leave otherwise."
Raisa took in the imp's words. She let out a sigh and walked to his side.
"Noble but… foolish, don't you think. I mean, how long have you waited so far?"
"The… the past month. In Kalins… the last day of Kalins, is when we last spoke, when I got his letter that he was coming."
"Where did he live?"
"In…" he gulped audibly. Raisa could hear the worry in his voice, "In the capital. He lived in capital."
"Kronenberg? That's two weeks of travel by foot…" she stopped when she realized something, "…he should be here by now."
"I know."
With those words, he jotted the last of what he needed on the paper he was writing. He folded it and then tore it in half, handing Raisa one half of it.
"Your receipt. Good day." his voice wavered ever so slightly. Enough for her to know she steered the conversation too far, too long.
"Good day…"
She watched the sableye walk out the door, not bothering to hear the rest of her sentence, gently closing it once in the hall. Though he may have thought she would not hear it, she did.
The sounds of sobbing.
Niklas stared at the bill Raisa had given him. He had asked for it when they came back, to make sure they would have enough money afterwards for more supplies if they ever came back. To his shock, the price of payment was far lower than he had expected.
"That's not a lot to pay. Why is that?"
"I helped the one doing the treatment. Naturally, he had to reimburse me for my work and so, all he charged me was for materials."
Her answer satisfied the older sneasel. He folded the paper and slid it into his inner pocket.
"For now, get some rest Raisa. Tomorrow, we leave north." he walked over to one of the tents and slipped inside, leaving Raisa to herself.
She followed behind and opened the flap to see Niklas tucking in his daughter. He turned to see his intruder to see Raisa looking at her feet. When he hummed curiously, she looked up at him.
"Can we stay one more day? I… I want to do something."
Niklas raised an eyebrow. He knew it was an odd request buy he had no reason to grant it- they were in Lunen and could stay as long as the Guild's did not send any teams to enforce the law.
"Alright… I can allow it but… can I ask what it is you want to do?"
Niklas watched the medic slowly reach up to her feather and gently touch it. He watched her tug three times and slowly put her hand down. An odd thing for her to do but not one he hasn't seen before- she only did it when she felt grief and not for herself.
"I want to help someone."
Niklas nodded. And walked up to her and lightly hugged.
"Tun Sie, was Sie wollen Vetter, haben Sie meine Erlaubnis."
The pair let go and gave each other small nods.
"Danke Niklas…" she answered back. "Good night."
"Good night." he watched her silently enter the tent. He walked over to his and looked over the area. He spotted a small tree in the distance, with a small mound of dirt under it and a marker. "Good night... Damien."
End Chapter 7
-Linguistic Library-
Kitch (Dutch)
Stad van Lunen – Town of Lunen
Je weet dat ik niet lieg - You know I don't lie
Halt, in de naam van de kroon – Halt, in the name of the crown
We waren gewoon… – We were just…
Voorbijgaan? – Passing through?
Dank je – Thank you
Ben ik correct? – Is that correct?
domme dwazen – dumb fools
Schild – Shield, the currency of the Kitherlands
munitie – ammunition
Oh goede goden, wie ben jij!? – Oh good gods, who are you!?
Blijf kalm, ik ben hier niet om je of iets te pijn doen. – Keep calm, I'm not here to hurt you or anything.
Kom binnen. – Come in.
Chirurg – Surgeon
Oh goden, ik kan niet geloven dat ik het gedaan heb… - Oh gods, I can't believe I've done it…
Graag gedaan – Your welcome
Kalins – the 9th month of the year, equivalent of September
Tun Sie, was Sie wollen Vetter, haben Sie meine Erlaubnis. – Do what you want cousin, you have my permission
