A raider was pretending to be a farmer and a shape-shifting blob had become the land's unbiased moral compass; the world's order had been turned upside down, and was crumbling around Nohx's feet. Murder was not so important to him, but on the other hand Nohx was suddenly faced with the cleverest raider he had ever seen, and if he went back to camp they'd all be warned about Nohx's presence and would likely send in more than he alone could handle.
However, what stood before Nohx was somewhat more perplexing, and possibly a greater threat: the talking blob had just twisted itself into an almost perfect copy of Nohx, and had even indicated its own name. On the bright side, Nohx finally had eyes to glare at and a jaw to punch if he absolutely had to.
"What do I need to prove? Take a look at this guy! He's wearing leather armor, what kind of farmer needs protection like that?"
Arguing with himself wasn't something that Nohx thought the day would bring, but neither was having to kill an interloping raider—an intention that, along with his adrenaline, was slowly wearing off. As Nohx was being made to speak and think, the act of taking this man's life was becoming less of an option, though he still acknowledged that this person couldn't be allowed to return to his camp. While Nohx grumbled and kicked at the grass quietly, the raider became anxious, afraid that these two extremely strange people would come to an agreement. An idea occurred to him in his time of need.
"Y-yes I do! I'm wearing this, to protect myself...from you!"
With an outstretched arm and an accusing finger, the raider pointed rigidly at Nohx, wearing just enough fear on his face—it was real enough, just moments ago he genuinely thought that Nohx was going to kill him.
"You, him, he's a scourge of the...farming community! If you're a good judge of character, Wraith, you'll clearly see that he's the killer!"
