[Heinrich, Admund, Hans]
Through the windows, Admund sees samples of the various products sold by the shop. Lying on crushed ice are cuts of beef, joints of lamb, sausages, hams, bacon, herring, eels, haddock, salmon, ducks, and geese. Beyond the display, Admund sees a fur-clad shop boy serving the two men he saw enter. He's packaging up a rack of ribs.
Admund passes by and approaches the courtyard gate. The guard-dog looks up at him, but doesn't growl yet. The cart is a small, two-wheeled vehicle pulled by a donkey. It has been loaded with wooded crates. The man beside it is short and rather broad, dressed in a plain shirt and breeches with heavy boots. When Admund addresses him, he removes his cap and turns around. There's an old scar across his forehead, and his sandy hair is thinning.
"Good day to you, sir," he says. "Aye, I'm a delivery man. If you're wanting to buy something, the shop's just there." He gestures towards the shop.
Just then, the slaughterhouse door opens again. The other man who was with the cart comes back out, accompanied by the apprentice. This cart-man is dressed like the other, though he's taller and has a thick beard. The apprentice wears dark trousers and boots, but is bare-chested and strongly-built. His hair sticks up awkwardly, and his face is bruised on one side. The two of them are carrying a crate between them.
"Got one more, Leo," the cart-man says to his comrade, "Bram here forgot it, bloody fool that he is."
"No problem. Load it up."