[Ransom]

“I appologize for the amount of food I can offer you, for there is little game here and only a handful of towns.”

Volkmar opened one of the sadle bags upon his horse and realized that his stores would not last two men very long. He extracted a fair sized loaf of stale bread, several apples, a rather large chunk of venison, and a table cloth. The table cloth went on the ground, and the food on top. Volkmar set aside his warhammer. While not exactly fast, Volkmar still believed that he could draw his sword fast enough to parry a blow.

Their conversation lapsed into silence, for Thenamir was obviously hungry. After bearing the silence for a few minutes, Volkmar attempted to begin a conversation. “Now that you know something of me, may I enquire your name?”