The man, or Tristyn as he introduced himself, offered to explain the situation, asking me to sit down and have a meal with me. He stuttered a lot which made it clear he was nervous. I'm starting to doubt this was a kidnapping or if it was, it was a really bad one. Then again, he could be faking it and is actually lulling me into a false sense of security. I needed to make a choice. Either listen to what Tristyn has to say or to bonk him in the head and interrogate him.

The second choice would be the sensible one but my gut told me this guy was not bad. With my mind divided, I decided to take the middle ground since I had no time to compare the two choices. "[color=0072bc]Fine. I'll listen to what you have to say. BUT![/color]" I then approach him with my sword mere inches from his neck. "[color=0072bc]You'll have to take me with this up, okay?[/color]" I tell him.