Scouting

"If you can endure what I am going to do for two minutes, I'll let you go. How's that sound?" Anton said bluntly.

The red-faced man finally ran his spinal cords. "No need," he said, with a cruel smile on his lips. "Everyone here knows where the Scythe stays, you can go challenge him there, but I  . . ."

Before the red-faced man could continue, Anton smacked him again on the head, just as hard as the first time. "Couldn't you say that earlier?" Anton shouted at the man. "I wasted so much effort to threaten you, I could have used that line on someone else. A'dil you deserve this smack."

The Red-faced man's face turned even red in anger. "Go straight south west from here you will find Scythe by the evening," the man said, gritting his teeth. "If you have guts."