Psychological scar
Jack: Where are you going? We still need to drag the barrels, as promised. You don't need to warn anyone. The replaced clothes are not the first joke in Jim's life.
Task: Go through the basement in the "words" mode.
While you half-roll half-carry a big barrel with cider up the stairs from the basement into the hallway, Jack starts explaining.
Jack: Listen, Feather, you don’t have a page in your biography that reads as "was representing a big bush during a pagan celebration", do you? Well, I do. Kinda. I’m not even sure it wasn’t a dream, that’s how psychodelic it seemed.
Jack: Anyway, I decided that I want to control the situation, and that’s not easily done in this house. Well, so that I wouldn’t be forced to portray the rear half of some ancient godling’s horse.
You completed the task and received some points of freedom and some tokens.
Jack: Jim's a doctor, and laughter - the best medicine. So I want some treatment from a specialist. When he wakes up, he'll see that his clothes are gone. He will have no other choice but to wear the national costume and walk in such a way. Consider it my therapy.
