"How do you know you're mad now?"

"I dunno. They'd think I was."

"Anyone ever recovered from madness?"

"I don't think so."

"Anyone ever tried to, uh, help them recover?"

"...how?"

"If it were me I'd try food, water, confinement, maybe electric shocks, subtle arts which you haven't got, meditation..."

"Did I seem different after you electric shocked me?"

"- well, yeah, but the normal way people are different once they realize you can kill them, not a special way."

"What's meditation?"

"Uh. Sitting still and practicing not getting stuck on your thoughts."

"That sounds boring. Tell me a story."

...seventy years' war, but told as a dispute between hedgehogs, who 'curl up into a ball and refused to uncurl' whenever anybody died in the real story.

Segda appreciates the story.

Someone with a broken toe and someone with a sprained wrist comes by the bulletin board.

Iris can fix their ailments in exchange for money. 

Now she has more money. Segda wants dinner.

Dinner sounds nice.

Segda eats a dumpling and throws up. It does better with tea eggs and mushrooms in sauce.

"It seems like meat doesn't work for your race."

"Fish though."

"Yeah. Fish might be different. I think I've heard of dietary needs like that but only vaguely."

Nom nom tea eggs and mushrooms.

Iris has dumplings. "Okay, I think we have enough money for a cheap room tonight, let's find one."

"How do you do that?"

"I was planning to ask friendly-looking vendors."