Hark absorbed the ridicule for a moment before taking a second to collect his thoughts. An archer on the roof, an axeman behind him, the woman also behind him, an unknown in front of him, and another unknown behind him.
The thought crossed his mind, [i]bandits[/i]. He fell for a bloody damsel in distress trap.
Then another man intervened and started explaining the situation. It made sense; Hark had a tendency to fall into his old role as a defender of the people.
Hark could do nothing but throw his head up and laugh before announcing. [u]“I’m still not convinced this isn’t some kind of trap. As far as I know you set a “helpless” woman as someone who needs saving, and wait for some sucker to walk by to offer help so you can mug him of his belongings. But you might be disappointed to find out that I’m flat broke. I am not dropping my guard.”[/u]