'Whatever are you alive for if you shall continue to carry the weight of what you owe me? You must let me take that off you, you must let me kill you!' Tripp turned around sharply and stared into Ansley's right eye.
'Do not do this, please.' Ansley fell to his knees.
At that moment, he wished he took Bolton the drunk's advice. Bolton had warned him of Tripp's behaviour, but he only brushed it aside, saying Bolton liked listening to gossip.
'My father lived in the west with my mother. He had been very successful in his doings. They brought him gold, and he was rich, however, there was one problem. Do you desire to know what this problem was?' Tripp enjoyed what he was doing to Ansley.
'Tripp, do not utter another word of your story. You just let me go and I shall bring two folds of what I owe you in three dawns!' Ansley shouted and his voice echoed back to him.
