Of course this person would have no sense. Of course this couldn't be easy, and had James been more confident with his weapon, he would've fired the moment the Forest Talker drew their gun; as it is, he simply adjusts his aim a little, more carefully centered on his target.

"You misunderstand me. I did not make a request." His own voice sounds slightly foreign to him, steady and dangerous as it is, but he doesn't contemplate it. "Stand, and I'll allow you to retreat. This is the only option you have that will not result in your death."

And should the Forest Talker seem like they're about to make good on their threat, James won't hesitate again. He'd far prefer to risk the misfire than allow something to happen to Goodsir, though he's hoping that if the Forest Talker hadn't killed him to begin with, it means they want him alive. If so, perhaps they'll be smart enough to cut their losses.