text: You decide to help the man.  What kind of adventurer would you be to deny a father the aid he needs to save his family from the Craxil's minions?  The royal military may have abandoned Jacquescrappe because it was remote and of no strategic value but dammit if you are going to end up just like them.  However, something about this is starting to feel weird.  Why would there be a human caravan up here in the Craxil's lands and why do you have this strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. 
  
   
  Just as you are having these thoughts, an owl looks at you from atop a dead tree and just looks at you with intent.  You've never been able to communicate to animals like the druids do, but somehow you just know this thing is telling you to turn back.  You stop for a minute, then strike yourself and shake it off.  Since when did you become a druid and take advice from animals?  Aside from your pigs "Oinky" and "Snout" you've never really connected with any animals anyway.  Besides, your gut hasn't helped you win any gambling tournaments so why should you trust it now?  You're probably just afraid and subconciously looking for a way to avoid a potentially dangerous situation.  Helping the man is the right thing to do, you're sure of it...
  
   
  Right?
  
   
   
  > You no, Something About This Whole Situation Is Fishy. You're Turning Back.
  You don't like any part of where this is going and decide that the best thing to do is to turn back.  After all, no humans from Jacquescrappe have ever made it this far into the Craxil's territory so why should you believe there is a human caravan out this far?  None of this makes any sense and you think to yourself that these beastmen are not above using your compassion against you as a weakness.  It is low, but well within the bounds of what these things might do.
  
   
  You come to a stop, and look up at the owl.  He gives you a warm, approving look then flies away.  "What a strange creature" you think to yourself.  You wait for the man to disappear from view, then wait a while longer for good measure, then continue forward on foot as you had originally planned.  Frankly, you're just glad to be away from the suspicious man. 
  
   
  
   
   
   
  As you continue on your journey you wonder if you made the right choice.  I mean, what if the man's family really was in danger and you could have made a difference?  Did you make the right call?  You console yourself by reminding yourself of the importance of your own mission and how you cannot afford to take unnecessary chances.  Just as you are having these thoughts, you discover the man who approached you earlier as well as four others standing in the middle of the beaten path with their heads down.  It looks like you aren't done with them after all...
  
   
   