"Fine, I'll talk. I work for the lord of Graszton. We were sent here to find a certain fur and bring him back. That fur was supposed to be you. He heard about you and wanted you to enlist in his army as the head Mage. He told us if we could manage to bring you back to him, he would give us plenty of Gil to fill our pockets and then some. We only took what we needed to survive from the other towns. Now, can I go?"
"Ok, you get thirty seconds to get out of town and into those woods or else my brother here us going to put a slug in your back with his new rifle."(do with him as you please) I cut his ropes and started counting. "1... 2... 3..."