His heel's in the lip of the door when he pauses; a man caught between one threshold and the next. Greed reaches up to the wooden frame and taps his finger against it.

"You don't know? Christ kid, I thought you would have figured it out by now." His shoulders slouch and with a swirl of his wrist, he pries his fingers loose and spins them. "We're not even near the city. Can't have trouble too close. It'll take you hours to get back."

He shoves his hands into his back pockets. "As for the exact place, sorry but that's a secret. You gave yourself away there, friend. So, you're going to have to forgive me for the next part. Nothing personal." Greed leans to the right and two of his men (though men isn't the right word for it) come through the door. One, a woman, has shaved her hair short and a thick, black cloth tenses between her swollen-raw knuckles.

"Blind him, but make sure not too tie it too tight, huh?"