If he wanted to kill you, he could probably kill you anyway. If doesn't want to kill you, to kill him would be murder. You maintain your readiness to draw your sword at an instant's notice. You slowly walk towards him. As you get closer, you see that he's dressed as a huntsman. He's holding a bow. Slung over his back is a quiver containing several arrows, and four dead pheasant-like birds.

When you're about 15 feet from him, he hears you and turns around.

"Zounds! Tis thou be th'angel o'death? Wherefore thou come?"

You realize that this is the first human you've seen since you left home. Should you respond? You clear your throat. "I'm John. I'm from Yavin to the west."

"What star guides thee t'foreign realms?"

"I'm searching for the Sword of Zameron. Have you heard of it?"

"Alas, nay. Tis this be a child's game or tis knights of such youth in thine land?"

You realize that it does seem farcical for a boy to be on a quest.

"...no..."

"Thine form art be the fill o'th'water."

"...what?..."

"What be the manner of thy locks, lad?"

You suddenly remember that your hair is still tied in knots from the faeries.

"...uh...it's a custom where I'm from..."

You walk closer to the man. He seems to be about 30 years old. His legs are plunged into knee-high raw hide boots that look like they were designed to collect rainwater. He opens his purse and takes out a piece of bread. He breaks off a piece and begins eating it. The smell of the bread sets off your hunger pains anew. You look away but your mouth waters. There's no way you could ask him for a piece. However, he sees it in your eyes. Without a word, he breaks off another piece and offers it to you, arm outstretched. Do you accept the bread, yes or no?