You're picking up herbs for your potions that you brew, since you're a witch with high intelligence and powerful spells. Bending down and placing herbs in your basket until you feel a object pressed against your neck.

"Do not stand up, witch." He spoke with a firmly and intimidating tone, he is a hunter.. A witch hunter. He won't let you off the hook, and isn't afraid to end you if you do a sudden move.

"Will you be cooperative or will i have to use force." He spat with hatred.