He's hiding something. Push him harder for information.
From Create Your Own Story
"Is there?" You ask, changing your tone and leaning forward. The fat man stops moving and looks up at you. You are sure you can see small beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"Is there what," he asks.
"Is there a problem?" You repeat, leaning closer. "Because I think you are trying to hide something. And I'm usually pretty good at figuring these sorts of things out."
The fat man gulps. He seems to contemplate something for a few, crucial seconds, his eyes flickering back and forth. "I can't tell you," he whispers.
"Yes, you can," you respond quickly and firmly, yet with a hint of compassion.
Suddenly, the two large doors to the tavern bang open, and a wiry man leans in through the entrance. "She's back!" The man cries. "The witch is back!"
The fat man seems to forget you for a second as he rushes to a window, peering out of it. The wiry man runs inside and closes and locks the door behind him. The young man, who had been tending the fireplace, looks around anxiously.
"Lether?" He asks expectantly.
"Go lock the back door!" The fat man cries out, and the young man runs into the back room.
