Swamped

"Well, it probably wasn't just one question," you continue, acting as if you haven't noticed his reaction. "I mean, I'm having trouble thinking of an important enough question to ask that wouldn't be very memorable. It's not like he'd pass you over because, say, you weren't eager about eating swampleaf. If it were one question, it would have to be something big, like, I don't know. What would you do if an officer gave you an unethical order?"

You glance at him. The terror in his eyes is growing...

Oh dear. It just turned to rage. He tosses a punch at you, and you dodge just in time.

"What was that for?" you ask, as if you didn't already know.

"Shut up! I've had enough of you and your damn questions!"

"Sorry, sorry! I'm just a talkative sort. I'll leave you alone."

"I got a better idea. Why don't you stay right there while I give you a pounding..."

"What's going on here?"

You both turn to see Sergeant Dominic. Hmm, he's even better-looking up close.

"Nothing, sir," the bearded knight says sheepishly. "We're just waiting for a turn in the infirmary."

"I don't usually see knights throwing punches over nothing, Gorp. If it really is nothing, then I think you owe this fellow an apology."

"Tom Sixth, sir," you say. "Just got back from leave."

"And you're already sick?"

"It's been a few months since I was in the swamp. I think I'm having more trouble than I expected adjusting."

"I suppose that does happen, yeah. Lots of stuff that can give you trouble here. So, what exactly happened here?"

At that moment, Gorp shoots you a dirty look that suggests there will be consequences for being too honest. So, what are you going to say?