[Potatoes. The mental image is clear and vivid, and there's really no reason to be polite about it. A sack of potatoes, and he's already nauseous. Air-sickness and an oar to the gut are not going to help.
He manages a polite smile, only a very little bit pale at the thought.]
I'm afraid I hadn't gotten far. My temple is just a few minutes that way.
[He points. It's not one of the towering temples that's easily visible from a distance; it's two stories of humble brick, and even the trees aren't much taller than that, which means it's not really visible from the path now that he's been around a few corners. It's still not far.
(Embarrassingly, he really hadn't walked very far before his weakness got the better of him.)]
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He manages a polite smile, only a very little bit pale at the thought.]
I'm afraid I hadn't gotten far. My temple is just a few minutes that way.
[He points. It's not one of the towering temples that's easily visible from a distance; it's two stories of humble brick, and even the trees aren't much taller than that, which means it's not really visible from the path now that he's been around a few corners. It's still not far.
(Embarrassingly, he really hadn't walked very far before his weakness got the better of him.)]