Doorways
You decide to approach the leader, maybe talk some sense into him.
He's about 35 years old and very strong looking. As he glares at you with his piercing green eyes you feel a little shiver of fear run down your spine.
"What is your business here, stranger?" asks the leader.
You try to come up with a good answer but are at a loss, so you spout off the first words that come to mind.
"I'll tell you what my business is here, Bubba. Just what do you and your group of barbaric ruffians think you are doing? Huh?"
He looks at you, as if sizing you up. Then he speaks, or rather, he shouts.
"Seize this heathen!" he shouts to his followers.
He's about 35 years old and very strong looking. As he glares at you with his piercing green eyes you feel a little shiver of fear run down your spine.
"What is your business here, stranger?" asks the leader.
You try to come up with a good answer but are at a loss, so you spout off the first words that come to mind.
"I'll tell you what my business is here, Bubba. Just what do you and your group of barbaric ruffians think you are doing? Huh?"
He looks at you, as if sizing you up. Then he speaks, or rather, he shouts.
"Seize this heathen!" he shouts to his followers.