Harold Betruger
Harold sighs and kicks at the wooden stage.
"Damn. I was hoping he'd be the talkative kind of madman."
Looking around at his bruised companions, Harold scratches the back of his head.
"I think we need to agree on an approach here before we go wandering off at cross-purposes. I think it'd be lovely to be able to talk to this fellow. One, because then we find out what's going on, and two, because that way you lot can beat the madness out of him if he isn't reasonable."