[It's fine; Zulf is quick on his feet. He hurries to the inn once again, and comes out only a minute or two later with a bowl in one hand and a strainer in the other.]
Keep the bowl steady, please...
[Because he's going to pour the water through the strainer over the bowl, and really hoping there's nothing actually in there.]
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Keep the bowl steady, please...
[Because he's going to pour the water through the strainer over the bowl, and really hoping there's nothing actually in there.]