Frostbound

Chris

After running into the fortified camp, my thoughts raced to come up with an idea of what to do.

I had no idea who these people were and jumping to conclusions was the wrong thing to do. I needed to take my time and consider my course of action.

All I was told was I would find answers to the South. That did not mean I would find them here, there was still further south I could travel. Something told me that it was here though. A slight nudge of my instincts told me I had reached where I was supposed to.

Fighting them was not something that I wanted to do and I needed to get my head straight. I couldn't just barge in and demand answers. One, that was rude. Rudeness wasn't something I normally considered after the world effectively ended but when a fortified wall was levied against me, rudeness became a consideration again.

Two, demanding anything wouldn't necessarily get me what I wanted and if it did, I doubted it would be quick.

There was no evidence that pointed to them being behind the attack on my camp and assuming that was stupid. Just because Austin's skill pointed me here and said I would find answers didn't mean they were the ones responsible.

I couldn't demand answers or fight them, but I also couldn't just walk away. Well, I could demand answers but I didn't think that would get me anywhere. They had the answers I needed and they seemed unlikely to just give them to me.

Why else would they be so defensive?

With my mind fully cleared, I moved the plan of fighting them to the last resort. It wasn't something I would initiate but if it came to that, I wouldn't hold back.

A few other options came to mind. Asking them could work but they might not answer. Threatening them was in the same boat as fighting them and was a step too far. I had nothing to offer them for the information other than what I was wearing and I didn't want to give up my armor.

I could offer them points but I didn't want to do that either. I was saving up for a bloodline and paying them off would set me back.