Then foolishly and awed by his own sudden strength, he was hitting one of the walls with mud, the building shuddering as if an earthquake had hit the spot. Inside the Pub, he could hear glasses clinking and bottles crashing to the floor.
"What is happening?!" One of the customers of the precarious Inn above the pub woke up with a start.
"An earthquake?" a woman spoke in fear, the woman's thin voice hoarse with sleep, her voice was permeated with the fear of those who have been through similar situations in life.
"Magda, don't be silly, this isn't Stern" a man spoke in a foreign language that resembled modern English, which made Emery understand what he was talking about.
He had to confess that he often had to concentrate to understand what the people around him were talking about. Although he could understand the language of the mainland, if he got distracted a bit he couldn't understand it very well.
