Slap him to shut him up! #82

You slap him across the face so hard, it makes his head flip to his opposite shoulder.
“Shut UP!” you snap.
You feel a measure of compassion, but this is a person involved in the attempted murder of Andilain civilians! It’s enough to make your blood boil.
The slap doesn’t get him to be completely quiet—but he does lower his tone to a whimper. He really does look pathetic.
Maybe he…doesn’t know anything. He certainly can’t be a soldier of High King Gaston’s army. They don’t recruit cowards…do they?
“What is this all about?!” you sneer, grabbing a fist full of his tabard. “Tell me!”
Through the tears, he sniffs, “I’m just a farmer’s son. I met two men who said they’d pay me to put on a uniform and stand around.” He looks at you pleadingly, “To keep people from being nosy.” Shaking his head, he lets it drop to his chest. “I didn’t ask any questions. Didn’t care to…once they gave me so much silver. Mom and I would be fine through the winter…”
He swallows hard, “But no one told me anything about kidnapping!”
His eyes lock onto yours, his jaw locks. “I didn’t agree to do THIS—but when I ran, Gunther caught me, beat me up and brought me back here. Said if I ran again, he’d stick me with the rest of them. Keelan said he’d slit my throat himself if I didn’t sit by the fire and stay until he ordered me to do otherwise.”
His voice trails off…eyes lingering on the bodies.

If you believe him, go to page #9
You want to believe him, but you have to make sure. Go to page #83