Aaron listened to Morgan and what she had to say about the man. Because of her warning of what he had in his sleeve, he was prepared to jump back just in case the bomb he used was poisonous. Aaron watched him flea, or at least attempt to. Was this where he had to pull his bow out? Not even out of the city and being attacked by some troublemaker. Seeing him catch his foot on a root was quite a spectacle. With great dexterity, Aaron ended up right behind him, grabbing the back of his shirt  and pressing one of his hidden knives against the mans neck. "You know attacking a soldier is pretty much an offense punishable by death, yeah?" Aaron asked the man with a smirk. They were about the same height, though Aaron was thinner than he was. The only thing he had on him was the blade to the alchemists throat. He would have easily been able to overpower the ranger if he wanted to risk his throat being cut.<br/><br/>"Anyways..." Aaron continued as he mulled over an idea for a second. He could always use an alchemist on this journey. Brewing up potions, poisons, and whatever else was a good skill to have. "If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll forgive you. And one more thing, since I saved your life by not slitting your throat, you owe me a favor. So come travel with us. Do we have a deal?" Aaron bartered, keeping the blade directly on his throat.