"Well I said much the same thing to our friend, Feris Abuval, but he just wouldn't give up. He snuck away in the dead of night, so I didn't get to rip his arms off. And so myself, Sean Connery, and this great big hunk of metal who calls himself Knight are off to find him, although I've been persuaded to let him keep his arms. " says Patrick, trying to get the North men's minds off violence.
"Well now," begins the north man, "isn't that interesting boys? A Dar'Duathan that claims he can rip off a man's arms."
The others chuckle.
"If you are so strong, then perhaps you'd like to try your luck against one of my men!"
Before he knows it, Patrick is surrounded by the others, facing the strongest of the group.
"I'm gonna rip off yer head and spit down yer throat!" shouts the man Patrick will wrestle.
"Now remember," says the leader, "If you win, we'll let you know if we've seen your little friend. If you lose, you come with us and you're going to wish we had ripped your arms off instead."
Meanwhile, Aoishi and Elos have successfully moved behind some trees without being detected. They are now close enough to hear what everyone is saying. They heard the last bit the north men's leader said.
"I have a clear shot of everyone, except for the leader and the man with the double headed axe. If Patrick and Marko move, then I can hit them." says Elos.
Aoishi studies the scene carefully.