The cloaked figure shrugs in return.
"Good luck," he calls over his shoulder as hye disappears once again into the forest. You're left in disbelief, he could have at least untied you. It's probably another bad joke. A moment later another emerges from the dark forest but it's not th man with the bad sense of humor. The small man is back and he's accompanied by two armed guards. Each has a crossbow aimed at you.

"A 'merican," the little man says as he points accusingly. The guard to his right barks a question at you.

"I don't understand," you answer with a shake of your head. It's clearly the wrong answer as both crossbows fire. You cough up blood and pass out just as before.

Still better than bad jokes?