Not quite yet. You have questions and you want answers.

"Now tell me!" You hiss at him, trying to sound as dangerous as possible. "How is it you're free when everyone else is frozen in time?" To this, the man only laughed. Then he winced in pain as crimson liquid trickled down from the corners of his lips.

"You are a true fool, no doubt." He coughs. "You don't know what's coming."

"Better start talking or I'll cut off your head." You growl.

"Fine. Sever my neck. I'm dying anyway."

"I wasn't talking about that head." You glare at him and for the first time, his eyes show weakness. "Now who are you?"

"I doesn't matter." He says. "Rafe will find you and Rafe will kill you."

"Rafe?" You ask. "Who's Rafe?"

"And then nothing will matter." He continues, oblivious of your question. "This fairy tale world will be at an end."

"Fairy tale world?" You gasp. He knew what this world was! "You...you're an Interloper, aren't you?"

"You figured it out, but you're still a fool."

"You summoned those ravens, didn't you?" Your eyes narrow.

"I'm a Deserter, boy. There are more." He coughs up some more blood. "Don't think you've won. This was is far from-" His final words die out into a gargling sound and he falls over, dead as a doornail. You kick his body a few times to be sure, then sheath your sword.

"That was amazing!" Doe cries to you as she flies in and lands on the window sill. "You were almost like a real hero there!"

"You heard what he said?" You ask and the bird nods. "Who the Hell is Rafe?"

"I've never heard of him or the Deserters." She says. "And as much as I'd like to sit and ponder this, the princess is close and I would like to hurry up and avoid any more trouble. Let's secure this happy ending once and for all."