[IRP] Witch Hunt

[Empfindsam]

It was as Trich feared - he'd been heard, all right. He hesitated for a moment, trying to decide the best course of action. He could simply not respond and hope not to be discovered, but that didn't seem too likely; whoever had issued that demand from inside the cave certainly sounded like they weren't messing around, and Trich really didn't feel like he was up to the task of a scuffle out here in the rain. So it would be option two. He exhaled, realizing he had been holding his breath, and spoke up, "Ah, yes, hold on - no business here! I mean, just passing by, you know... um, delivery?" Oh Lord, that won't do. Pull it together, Trich!

"Hold on, let me try again - my name is Trich D'Alvers, and I was just traversing this mountain crossing when I got caught in this damned storm. I saw your fire, and, ah, I was just hoping for the chance to take shelter in this cave, if that's all right. If not, well, I guess I'll just be on my way, and good day to you, sir!"