Marc blinked, then looked at Paco accusingly, and shrugged.<br/><strong>"The man leads you to the designated side building, which turns out to be a simple barn. There, he turns towards you, and announces himself as Apprentice Ingwald. 'Now, please, would you state your name and reasons to be here?' As he does so, he raises his hand and makes a ceremonial gesture, compelling you - by the force of ancient custom - to speak the truth".</strong><br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The man at the veranda was white, middle-aged and had stubble which could be expected from a drunkard. And he seemed more than slightly drunk, since he wobbled.<br/>The one part of him that didn't wobble, was the hand with the huge revolver, whose barrel was glaring at Daria as the malevolent dark hole all barrels seem to be when one is on the wrong side of them.<br/>He lowered it slightly...so it wasn't pointed at her chest anymore. But it was pointed towards her gut, still.<br/><strong>"You...came in for a flower? Seriously?"</strong><br/>He looked at her apprehensively and shook her head.<br/><strong>"Stealing is a sin before the Lord, but for a flower...I'm sure He'd forgive you. Is that really all you wanted?"</strong>