"Witchcraft? Seriously! I'm a MAN!" Luxin yelled, as if he had to prove the point he held his arms out to the side. "I'm just passing through the land! All I want is how to get to the nearest town! I could care less about your land, or the church, or whatever else you come up with!" Lux shouted at Grayson, stepping closer. "I honestly. Could. Not. Give. Two. Craps." Each word, he stepped closer, close enough where the arrow was practically touching his torso.