The evening meal passes quickly, and the two of you manage to get ahold of the water skins and the food that you'll most likely need to be able to make it towards the eastern oasis. As the appointed time comes, the two of you meet behind one of the tents, and are preparing to leave, when you find yourselves rather abruptly interrupted by one of the artifact lamps that's kept as a convenience goes on, bathing the two of you in the harsh white light. 'So, I do my best to keep you out of trouble for years.' comes the voice of the foreman. He stands silhouetted in the shadow, casting his shadow over the two of you. ' Planning to leave the village, just like your father did, to go out to die there in the wastes. Y'know, I could almost accept that, you've made life really difficult in this town.' You notice that people are gathering around, looking angry. ' But you're also dragging Saffron out into that desert, and I'm not letting you get our best digger killed on some damn fool quest!' he says, teeth gritted. 'You're gonna have to pay the penalty for this. We'll see if you feel like being cooperative after spending a week locked up.' He points back towards the large box that makes up the village cell. 'And Saffron, I know you're way too attached to this chump, but for his good, and yours, you'll keep doing your job. Got it?' he says, sinking the sword's tip into the sand, leaning forward, palm pressed down on it. 'Do I make myself clear?' Two of the villagers come up, putting their hands carefully on Saffron's shoulders, trying to calm her down a bit, knowing her quick temper and quicker fist, as the guard for the cell walks up, clapping the irons over King's wrists. Given the dramatic outnumbering, and the fact that weaponry is not on your side, violent resistance seems at best somewhat foolish right now.