The Best Policy

I decide that I had better be honest with this knight. Something about the brusque tone of his words and the glint of his sword tells me that he wouldn't take well to me lying.

"I escaped from slavers, in the desert to the east. They had a plane, so I used that to escape, and I landed here when it ran out of fuel."

The knight frowns. Obviously, he doesn't know what a plane is. I decide to describe it to him. "It's like a big silver bird. They fly around inside of it."

He nods. "Yes... I think I might have seen one of those. It was in the sky above Southcliff. An amazing sight, but I have no idea where it came from..."

The knight leaves off for the moment. "So, you don't have any clothes? That could prove distracting to me." He grins disarmingly. "I'll help you. There's a small town not far away where you could get clothes, and we can get you back to where you came from. Where is that, anyway?"

1. Go with him, and tell him that I come from Earth.
2. He probably won't know where Earth is, so lie to him and tell him I'm from another country in this strange land where I've ended up.
3. Run away. I don't think this knight is trustworthy.

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