text: "I don't know anything," you say.
  
  
  The man grabs your throat, strangling it as he impales your hand. You try to scream, but you can't even get out a breath.
  
  
  "Quiet," the man says, pulling out the knife and releasing your throat as you whimper, clutching at your wound.
  
  
  "Do you think I picked you out by chance? You have her necklace. I tracked it here. Now, answer me."
  > You lie
  "She was taken off to be ransomed off by one of the travelling ratlings."
  
  
  You see the runes of the blade glowing, as the man snarls.
  
  
  "Filthy lying vermin," the man hisses. "Perhaps the next rat will be more trustworthy."
  
  
  The man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground, quickly dying.