"Now, will you talk, or do I have to use more drastic measures?
Even though the woman in the robe didn't look like someone to mess with, Guy B showed no fear at all. He remained seated, leisurely sipping his ale, as if the conversation wasn't directed at him but at someone else.
Seeing that Guy B continued pretending to be some hidden big shot, the woman in the robe grew impatient and prepared to cut his arm to show him his place. But as soon as she raised her sword, Guy B intercepted her with a raised hand.
"If you want me to talk, you must deal with my master first. He may not know anything about this, but without settling things with him, even if you chop me into pieces—which is impossible as long as he's with me, you won't get your answers. And if you harm me before killing him, believe me, it won't be a pleasant experience, for you," Guy B said, turning his head and shouting at someone with a hint of annoyance.