Amon coughs and replies, "I was only trying to seek help in saving my life."
He gasped in shock, realizing his items weren't in his pockets, and judging from the near-death experience in the hands of the guards, it was only natural that they might have been damaged.
'Oh no!' He thinks in a panic, realizing he couldn't plead for help if he couldn't identify himself.
Kritz glares at him with a look of contempt, "And now you're pleading for mercy and trying to beg for forgiveness. Are you stupid or just plain arrogant?"
Hearing the words spoken by this brute of a Vandrik made Amon nervous; his mind went blank while his body trembled in fear.
"Let me guess, you want to know where your items are, right?" Kritz questions with a grin.
Amon nervously nods his head, not trusting himself to speak.
