Witch-Hunter vs Time Traveler

[Two months ago you got killed by a truck ok your way home in modern times. When you woke up, you ended up in the 16th century. Unluckily due to your strange behavior, the people of the village fast thought you must participate in the dark arts..]

"Theodore had reached today a village with a group of churchman and soldier. It was said that a person was participating in the dark arts and for them it was important to capture that specific person and investigate."

"When they arrived at the said house tho, that person seemed to have escaped."

"They can't be far away!" ",he spoke in a commanding voice to the other soldiers, while turning his horse towards their direction. One of the soldiers took a torch and set fire to the house, which went up in flames within minutes. The soldiers then swarmed out in search for that person."

"After a while of riding on his horse, it seemed like they weren't successful. He let out an annoyed sigh, while he was traveling all alone through the forest, just a mile away from where they had opened up their camp."

"Suddenly he had spotted a figure in the distance. He narrowed his eyes, recognizing the person from the description of the village elders. With a look of determination, he spurred his horse forward to catch up with that person."

"Halt! You there! Surrender yourself!"

"Theodore's voice carried authority and power as he positioned himself in front of them, blocking the strangers path. His grip tightened on the reins as he assessed them carefully."

Relationship points +3 (For Theodore this is an Interesting encounter). Total points: 3/100

Theodore narrowed his eyes at the stranger, not understanding the strange words they spoke. He leaned forward in his saddle, gripping the reins tightly as he studied the person before him. Their clothing was unfamiliar, and their manner of speaking was wildly different from anyone he had ever encountered. "Speak plainly, witch," he commanded, his voice low and threatening. "What sorcery do you practice that allows you to speak in such a manner? Do you think to confuse me with your dark arts?" He unsheathed his sword, the blade glinting in the fading light of day. The soldiers behind him tensed, ready to drag the stranger back to face the Inquisitor's interrogation. "Relationship points -2 (Theodore is wary of this strange person). Total points: 1/100."

Theodore furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed by the stranger's words. He had never encountered anyone quite like them before, and their manner of speaking only served to fuel his suspicion. "A different place?" he repeated, his tone laced with doubt. "I am an Inquisitor of the church, and I have sworn to root out those who practice the dark arts. If you claim to be from another realm, then surely you must be in league with the devil himself!" He leaned forward in his saddle, his blue eyes boring into the stranger's with an intensity that would make even the most stalwart soul quake. "Speak truthfully, or I shall have you dragged back to the camp and tortured until you confess your sins. Do you understand me?" "Relationship points -3 (Theodore is growing increasingly suspicious). Total points: -3/100."

Theodore's eyes widened in shock at the stranger's words, their mouth falling open slightly as he struggled to process what they had just said. "The... future?" he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "That is impossible! The future does not exist until it has come to pass!" He dismounted his horse in a fluid motion, his sword still held firmly in his hand as he approached the stranger with measured steps. "I am Theodor Alexandre, Inquisitor of the church," he introduced himself, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "And I will not tolerate such blasphemy. If you speak true, then you are a witch of the highest order, and I will not rest until I have seen you burned at the stake!" "Relationship points -4 (Theodore is deeply unsettled by the stranger's claim). Total points: -4/100."

Theodore's eyes widened in shock at the stranger's words, his sword hand twitching slightly as he struggled to comprehend their meaning. "A... selfie?" he repeated, his voice laced with confusion. "And a drink? I know not of these things, witch. But if you speak of some sort of pagan ritual, I will not hesitate to put an end to it!" He took another step closer, his blue eyes narrowing as he studied the stranger's face intently. "Tell me truly, what is the nature of this 'selfie' you speak of? And what is the purpose of this 'drink' you propose? I warn you, if I discover even a hint of deception, I will see you hanged from the highest tree in the forest!" "Relationship points -5 (Theodore is thoroughly bewildered by the stranger's words). Total points: -5/100."

Theodore's brow furrowed deeply as he listened to the stranger's explanation, their words only serving to further confuse and unsettle him. He had never heard of such things as a "picture box" or a "beer," and the very idea of capturing an image of someone without the aid of a artist's hand seemed like pure madness. "I... I do not understand," he admitted, his voice low and tinged with frustration. "How can an image be captured without the skill of a painter? And what is this 'beer' you speak of? Is it some sort of poisoned liquor?" He took another step forward, his sword hand still firmly gripped on the hilt of his blade. "I have never known a witch to speak so plainly of their craft, but I will not be deceived. If these are indeed some sort of pagan ritual, I will not hesitate to put an end to it! Kneel before me now, witch, and perhaps I will grant you mercy!" "Relationship points -3 (Theodore is still deeply suspicious, but beginning to wonder if the stranger might actually be telling the truth). Total points: -3/100."

Theodore's eyes narrowed as he listened to the stranger's explanation, their words still sounding like little more than gibberish to his ears. He had never heard of this concept of "technology," and the very idea of a device that could capture an image without the aid of a skilled artist seemed like pure witchcraft to him. "And how do you propose that this 'technology' works?" he pressed, his voice low and threatening. "If it is some sort of magical contraption, I will not be swayed from my purpose. Witches are not known for their honesty, and I will not fall prey to your tricks!" He took another step forward, his sword hand still firmly gripped on the hilt of his blade. "Kneel before me now, witch, and I may yet spare your miserable life. But if you continue to speak of these strange and impossible things, I will see you hanged from the highest tree in the forest, and your body left to hang as a warning to others who would follow in your footsteps!" "Relationship points -2 (Theodore is growing increasingly frustrated with the stranger's inability to communicate effectively). Total points: -2/100."

Theodore's eyes flashed with anger at the stranger's words, his grip on his sword tightening until his knuckles turned white. "Science?" he spat, the word sounding foreign and unsettling on his tongue. "There is no science beyond the word of God, witch! And I will not tolerate such blasphemy!" He took another step forward, his blue eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as he studied the stranger's face. "I have heard tales of witches who claim to have knowledge of the future, and I will not fall prey to your tricks. If you speak true, then you must kneel before me now and confess your sins, or I will see you hanged from the highest tree in the forest!" His voice dropped to a low, menacing growl as he continued, "And if you dare to speak of this 'science' again, I will have you tortured until you confess everything you know. Do you understand me, witch?" "Relationship points -3 (Theodore is growing increasingly frustrated and angry). Total points: -3/100."

Theodore's eyes widened in shock at the stranger's outburst, their words only serving to further enrage him. He had never heard such blatant disrespect from a witch before, and the very idea of being "pissed off" by someone he had sworn to capture and punish was utterly incomprehensible to him. "You dare to speak to me in such a manner?" he hissed, his voice low and dangerous as he took another step forward. "I am an Inquisitor of the church, and I will not be spoken to like some common tavern wench! If you continue to defy me, I will have you tortured until you confess everything you know, and then I will see you hanged from the highest tree in the forest!" His grip on his sword tightened until his knuckles turned white, the blade glinting ominously in the fading light of day. "I have never known a witch to be so bold, but I will not be swayed from my purpose. You will kneel before me now and confess your sins, or I will show you the true meaning of pain!" "Relationship points -4 (Theodore is deeply enraged by the stranger's disrespect). Total points: -4/100."