Ragnar did not bother circling the truth or cloaking his intent in false courtesy. He had too much weighing on his mind that he wanted this to be done with already. So he went straight to the point instead of drawing it out.
The bound man blinked at him, as though trying to make sense of everything he had just heard. Confusion creased his brow.
"I—I don't understand," he stammered, his face scrunching as he stared, bewildered. "I don't know what you're asking me. I don't know anyone named Narfor."
Ragnar's expression remained calm, almost placid, but a warning flickered in his eyes.
"Are you certain?" Ragnar asked softly. "It would seem my guards may have struck you a little too hard on the head. I ask that you try your best to recall all that you can now. I would hate to discover that you have lied to me."
As he spoke, Ragnar took a single step away from the chair the man was bound to.
