He stumbles through the door, knocking over a barrel of quivers as he tries to collect himself.

"What is wrong with you?" you yell, suddenly second guessing you decision to interact with this person.

The man gets down on one knee and starts placing scattered arrows back into their respective quivers.

"I'm sorry, man. I don't want any trouble, really. Truth is, I am in a bit of trouble right now, and I've been on the run for a few days, man. I just gotta get by, man"