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"I don't know," you say. Your interrogator doesn't look pleased, so you clarify quickly. "I have a guess, but it doesn't make any sense to me."

"Share it. I'll tell you if it makes any sense."

"Seven years ago, my father disappeared. On that night, I saw a bright green swamp beast near our home. I came here after hearing rumors of the Rider and his beast, and having seen it for myself... it looks the same."

"Seven years, you say." He looks thoughtful for just a moment before regaining his grim expression. "But you said you had a guess at Rider's interest in you. That didn't sound like a guess to me. Spit it out!"

"Well... For some time now, I've wondered..."

"Get to the point!"

"I think he's my father!" you blurt out. You're a little surprised at yourself. "But that's probably wrong. I heard the Rider's been here for more than seven years..."

"Enough! I asked for your guess, I don't care what you think about it." He starts pacing around, though you can't help but notice he's keeping his sword drawn. "Let's move on to some more basic questions, shall we? About you and your place in the Bogknights, not to mention what you're doing here. Though you've already given me quite a few answers in regard to that last one."

He stops pacing and looks you right in the face. Your attention is mostly on his blade, though.

"What is your name?"

"Marshall," you say nervously.

"Your full name."

Do you tell him the truth, or attempt to lie?