Tavern part 3
Aldous pulls out one of his own vials of holy water, uncorks it, and doesn't even get a good sniff before his nose wrinkles.
"Thot th' pur'fied th' water f' this."
He reaches out toward the straw in one of the stalls, as if to tip the stuff out, then shakes his head, recorks the vial, and returns it to his pouch.
"Guess ah'd betta go see th' Fath'r." He starts to sit up, then drops back onto his pallet.
"Aft'r I git s'm rest."