"The power minister... Tommy... um... it's this, Cardinal, something something isolated from inside and outside, the Pope Country will be in danger... hmm..."
"Frick, can you do it or not? You've been studying two lines for ages."
"Don't make noise, don't make noise." The old man named Frick rubbed his half-blind eyes and shouted loudly towards the weak sky light.
His eyes were half-blind, but his voice was so loud that it made Madlan's eardrums hurt.
"Ah, your ink is smudged, below it says, you being Cardinal as well... wait patiently for something something, ah then, something something, and in the end something something, ah, then the major policy can be returned."
Madlan looked at the old man before him and said helplessly, "Frick, have you really been a Minstrel in your youth? You talked for so long, I hardly understood a thing."
Frick stiffened his neck and said, "I really have been, what would a young rascal like you know."
