The noise of the engines in the port gradually subsided. The work day was drawing to a close. The sun was sinking behind the low city buildings. On the buildings near the port, various multi-colored advertising inscriptions lit up, inviting passing tourists.

It grew dark outside the bar window, and there were more visitors. Noticing how the young Nodian approached the old man with a question, the visitors perked up in anticipation of another story.

“You wanted to ask something, young man.” Asked the old man.

“Yes. I'm more interested in why the pilgrims hid the cure?” Bo asked.

“Good question!” Said the old man.

The old man looked at him carefully: - The answer is in another story that every Nodian knows. But few people know the details.

The military man who was sitting next to the old man turned around and, delighted with the continuation, said: “Nodian treats!”

“This story began almost immediately after Sam and Sueli left Grothar.” The old man began.