Your next step: interview the witness. You decide to talk to a peasant named Jacob.

Your sleep was long and deep. There were practically no dreams. Only vague, fleeting images that you barely remember after waking up. You managed to sleep and regain your strength after a difficult journey along the mountain paths.

However, there is an unpleasant nuance: in the morning you feel an unpleasant headache, thirst and dry mouth.

Obvious symptoms of a hangover.

You woke up later than usual. It's probably about 10 o'clock in the morning.

You, enduring a headache, are thinking about what to do next: “It seems like yesterday one of the peasants mentioned that among the local residents there was a witness who saw some suspicious things that were associated with attacks by a beast... Nobody did not gave me any details... What was this guy’s name? John?... No... Jacob! Yes... His name is Jacob! I need to talk to him. There is a chance that additional information will help me kill the wolf faster..."

Your hands are shaking slightly, you get dressed and go to the innkeeper. After the usual polite, meaningless chatter and drinking water (you refused breakfast - your appetite is weakened), you will learn from Durlen Gruy information about where the house of the peasant Jacob is located.

Durlen is a little surprised by your desire to communicate with this villager. However, innkeeper tells you the information you need.

He says in a casual tone: “Jacob... This stupid and quarrelsome guy lives in an old house in the north-eastern part of the village. As you pass by, you will recognize this house. A rickety fence, a shed with a broken door in the yard and piles of firewood near the wall of the house. This is immediately noticeable. I would not advise you to communicate with Jacob. He is an eccentric and rude person. It is unlikely that you can learn anything useful from him. But if you are interested in checking, you can try to talk to him...”

You thank Durlen for the information. Then, you check your armor and weapons, after which you leave the inn.

It’s morning, the sun’s rays illuminate the ground, which is covered in snow. The air is cold and the snow does not melt. This is not surprising, because in this high mountain area it has always been much cooler than in the lowland areas. You wrap yourself in your fur cloak. Luckily, your fur clothing is designed for traveling in these cold conditions.

However, you still feel the cold, a frosty breeze blowing on your face.

You walk through the village and you see some local people.

Most of the peasants are now busy and rushing about their usual routine affairs. Life in the village always requires regular and hard work. And now your gaze notices peasants who are carrying logs (probably to repair some building), peasant women who are carrying sheaves of twigs and branches from the forest (obviously, this is fuel for the stoves that warm the huts). You also see peasant children carrying containers of pet food.

Thanks to the innkeeper's explanations, you find the house of the peasant Jacob in just ten minutes.

This house really looks run down. It is not difficult to guess that the owner of this dwelling is a poor peasant.

You knock on the door.

No answer.

You knock again.

The sounds of footsteps are heard from the house.

Thirty seconds later you hear a hoarse voice: "What kind of cocksucker is knocking on the door!? What the fuck do you want?"

You will recognize this voice. This is the peasant Jacob (you remember his voice when he was arguing with Durlen in the inn; this happened last night).

The door remains closed.

Such an uncivil manner of communication somewhat discourages you.

But your determination to learn information that can be useful in your hunt motivates you to persist.

You say out loud: “I am a famous hunter! My name is Raul the Wolfkiller! I want to talk to you, Jacob. I need to find out more details about the beast’s habits and any suspicious details you saw.”

In response to your words, a chuckle comes from behind the closed door.

Then, Jacob says in a mocking tone: "Famous hunter... You have no lack of modesty... But in my opinion, you are an ordinary arrogant shit-eater who is used to fooling ordinary peasants and taking their money, providing in exchange empty promises and copious amounts of stupid chatter. You don't even understand what's going on in this village, idiot... Last night you chose to get drunk in the inn with that greedy piece of shit named Durlen Gruy, who is responsible for the **** of my friend... This fucking innkeeper can only mock defenseless maidservants in his stinking inn... How did you like the obsequiousness of this shit-eating innkeeper? Happy that Durlen praised you and licked your ass? I'm sure you'll either run away from the village with the money or die from your own stupidity... You're just an arrogant rich cocksucker! That's who you are, scum!"

The stream of insults and hurtful words addressed to you is increasingly annoying you. You didn't expect this.

As long as you manage to remain calm. But the problem is this. that Jacob won't shut up. He continues to insult you. However, the door remains closed.

From behind the door, you continue to hear bullying addressed to you: “You think too much of yourself, you shit-eater! You roam the villages and extort money from the peasants by deception! You don’t know how to work honestly, you’re just an insignificant parasite and shit who only knows how to voice boasts about yourself! I'm not as stupid as Durlen! I immediately realized that you are a useless deceiver and that you are unable to help our village in any way! Get out of here, you stinking cocksucker!"

What will you do?

You can try to **** Jacob to give you information through **** and ****. This method will probably require certain costs...

Or you can try to convince this guy to help you. This will clearly not be easy. You will have to find serious arguments and demonstrate your charisma.

Third option: you just leave. You will give up your intention to get anything useful for hunting from Jacob. It’s extremely difficult to communicate with this guy - it’s like they’re pouring shit on you...