[ Finally, the man pulls the sword away from Calla's throat. It seems he understands that Calla isn't being non-compliant by choice. Calla sighs softly in relief as he's released from under the blade—an entirely expressive exhalation for a being that doesn't actually need to breathe. ]

Thank you, [ he says, ducking his head in gratitude. ] I apologize again for the inconvenience.

[ That ticking sound is still there. Yet, without the imminent threat of decapitation, it softens some, falling in volume and speed. ]

If you don't mind me asking, sir, ah... [ Calla winces. Hopefully, his question won't put him right back under the man's sword. ] ...Where are we supposed to go?