The old soldier pauses to listen to your words for a moment. He then smashes the hilt of his sabre into your nose and totters off, singing and weeping.
The old soldier recognises a new friend[…]. He[…] tells you of his misfortunes: being cashiered out of his regiment long ago, losing his fortune, this business with his wife. He blearily invites you to visit him at Watchmaker's Hill[…]