Ciradonius suppresses another wince when the Pagan pokes at his ankle again, and scoots back a little further, his mind whirring with thoughts about trying to convince the man to cease making attempts to capture him. He hasn’t been able to properly test out how badly his ankle has been hurt, and feels loathe to diagnose the injury incorrectly; nevertheless, he’s leaning toward the opinion that it’s simply a sprain.
He knows perfectly well that Pagans generally murder anyone stupid enough to stray into their territory — Cira just hadn’t expected their territory to reach this far, nor, of course, that he would fall. This Pagan man seems willing enough to forego killing Cira, at least for the time being; Cira plans to use try and use that to his advantage as best he can. He would far rather give into the fury bubbling inside him, but he’s not an idiot, and knows that antagonizing the man would be the simplest way to get himself killed.
Cira loosely reties his bootlaces, then curls his fingers around the end of the Pagan’s wooden staff and hauls himself up. He keeps his weight off of his left foot as much as he can, unwilling to support himself with either the staff or the Pagan.
"As you can clearly see," he begins, wiping his hands on his robe and doing his best not to think about the mud, "it will simply be easiest if you escort me to the road. Then we can go our own separate ways with minimal extra hassle.” It’s hardly as if Cira expects the Pagan to respond any differently this time, but he figures it’s still worth a shot.
Drosera is surprised by the lack of resistance coming from the hooded stranger, but it's not an unwelcome surprise, rather it's merely putting the situation in his favor. The stranger seems to prefer talking rather than taking action, and that'll suit Dro just fine if he can manage to get him away from the main road and find out what he's doing this far into pagan territory.
Containing his excitement, he points his staff at Cira once again, this time with the end glowing with small specks of magic. Wisps are not particularly dangerous, in fact they serve little purpose other than to light one's way, but in a pinch the magic used to create one can prove to be somewhat intimidating to city-folk who are not often exposed to such magic.
He shakes his head, motioning with a swift jerk of his staff for Cira to begin walking further away from the road he slipped off of. "We bes going this way, cityhead." He commands, taking a few steps around him to stand between him and the road. He had no idea what he'd do with the man after he questioned him. Perhaps leave him in the woods for the wolves to deal with, but that decision was quite a ways away, and he had much more important things to focus on. His cooperation thus far had made things easy for the pagan, with any hope he'd continue to cooperate.
