When he heard the question from the very tall Viking, Thomas' eyes skirted nervously around the room, searching for the witch. He didn't see her immediately, but the question still unnerved him. He knew that those two were like peas in a smock. No. In a carrot.
"I can't talk about that." He said, fearful. "I won't talk about it. Don't ask me again."
Thomas looked out at the crowed, a mixture of anger and fear fighting for control of his facial movements. "DON'T ANY OF YOU ASK ME THAT AGAIN!"