Not going anywhere

Phillipe: I am sorry my good sir. I know not of your name yet you seem to relish in calling me a small rodent. Have I offended you in some manner? I am but a humble monk passing thru and looking for a warm meal. If I am unwelcome I will finish my meal and be gone from your sight.

Phillipe hope his little speech would buy him time to escape.

Egon shook his head, "Phillipe, your a wanted man. You aren't a humble monk. Now, I should grab you by your neck and drag you back to the cell you crawled out of. However your in luck, you see the Emperor himself is willing to pardon anyone who aids us in iur investigation in this town. As well as a reward. Think about it before you do something rash." He patted then on the back rather roughly.

*tag*