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(At a small shelter to one side of the village’s central area, the one-eyed villager C looks out. Behind him, another villager S struggles to carry a large jar full of soup. S puts the jar down loudly on the table between them)

S: Yeh’ll take this to her? Heavy.

C: (reaching for the handle at the top of the jar) Aye, comrade. Thank you.

(S carries the heavy jar with both hands across the grassy central area)