Snippet #1432277

"Who said I work for Hovernia? I said I was Hovernian, that's all."

"To be fair," said Adam, "it's really not that hard to tell that you work for the Hovernian government; your movement and the way you hold yourself all suggest military training. That, and you pistol is standard issue for Hovernian special agents."
"I point a gun at you because your damned dog attacked me, and you impaled my leg."

"Yes," replied Adam, "I stabbed you in the leg because you hit me in the back of the head with your gun. Silf's currently growling at you for the same reason. Like I said earlier, I didn't do anything to you. You attacked me.

"Any way, you asked your question and now it's my turn-" Adam was about to ask, but was interrupted by voices shouting from the direction of the town.

"Looks like you're gonna owe me an answer, friend," said Adam, laboriously getting to his feet. "Looks like those soldiers have regrouped. You coming with us, or are you going off to look for your friend?"