You ran.

You didn't know how long you'd been on the run for. The days blurred together, the nights barely a reprieve.

You'd escaped the Payan Witchfinders, only to find yourself pursued by Edo Voss himself.

The General of the rival Trivantian army.

And his contingent of men. Truly, a terrible time for you. Out of the fire - and into more fire.

You'd hoped being Sighted and their being blind would slow them, make them lose track of you. But they were persistant, using dogs to track you when their sense of hearing and smell failed them.

Fleeing into a woodland and hearing that you were surrounded, you scaled a tall tree. No blind man would dare go so far off of solid ground - not with someone up there with an advantage and the Sight to see them coming. You hoped. Then you saw him approach.

Edo Voss.

He seemed completely unbothered about you hiding up in a tree. And why should he be bothered? You were still surrounded by men on the ground. You were still trapped - unless you could find a way to escape.

He hummed thoughtfully, face turned up towards you. There was a sharp look in his blind, white eyes.

"Come. Enough of these games. Come down now, little Sightling. You may yet be spared."

You didn't move.

After a very long pause and another look of concentration, he estimated where you were and that you were hiding behind the tree. So, he pulled out a knife - and threw it up at you. It lodged itself with a thud in the tree bark a few inches from you. A threat. He didn't need Sight to get you. He spoke once more -

"I insist."