Thank the helpful man with the strangely worried expression and let him help you up and to a seat.
From Create Your Own Story
(The following is plot placeholder - I told you this was under construction!)
The man doesn't actually let you sit, but rather brings you over to a tree. In your mirthful exhaustion, his warm and strong arm holding you up feels nice. (But this character is not drunk, keep that in mind.)
The very pretty crown prince man gives his speech. In this timeline, he's watching you carefully.
You realize what's happening. Everyone is told to run.
But as the crowned man blows the horn for the third time, and the sound reverberates throughout the wood, the man holding you spins around and pins you against the tree.
"Don't... RUN." He hisses at you, while grappling against your bucking arms and torso.
Do you:
