“Yes ma'am,” I reply with as submissive a tone as I can muster.
“I just need a place to sleep and resupply for the night,” I reply, continuously breaking eye contact and looking at the setting sun. I try to add a quiver to my voice before continuing, “Please... I have information that I am willing to trade for sanctuary,”
“I'd give you a map but I used my last pencil making one of them a pirate,”
“If you aren't one of us, you're one of them. And I'd rather be mistaken as one of us than...”