Erik arched an eyebrow as the man appeared to ramble. He was not entirely sure what to make of his randomness but he was not about to put the sword down and even made it a point to inch forward. "I do not care about your name, stranger. I want to know
who you are! What are you doing in a place like this unarmed? Nobody travels these plains alone and without a weapon and lives long to tell about it. Are you with those who attacked the caravan last night? Or the guild? Stop patronizing me and answer!"
Erik's arms were already starting to ache from holding the sword in such an awkward manner but he still continued to move forward. The fact that the man was unarmed gave him confidence even as his feet merely shuffled in the grass. He was sure the man was stalling until his comrades arrived. By this time he was positive he must be with the guild as it would make no sense for marauders to return to the scene.
