<br/>I'm more than a little creeped out by this girl, but I still pull my dagger around, holding it to her neck. I feel dizzyingly ridiculous for a moment - here I am threatening an apparent catatonic for information that probably won't help even if I get it, and I'm feeling scared of her! "Tell me what this place is?" I ask her as gruffly as possible - I don't sound much like a man, but it might be enough. "Where's the treasure?" I add, which just makes me feel even more ridiculous.<br/><br/>I promise myself to forget this entire incident as soon as convenient.