Fuck Yeah! It's Lord Quest Time again.
Copied from the old thread:
Put out sword, I assume we have one, to the leader's throat. With Stark snarling at him, and our foot planted firmly on his back, "I am Thomas Green, and you are trespassing. Doobs, what was the sentence for bandits trespassing in my forest?"
Doobs: "Death, sir."
"That's right. Death. But you know, I'm feeling quite generous today. Why don't you tell me exactly why you're here, and we'll see about commuting that sentence."