You set out to look for other survivors of your clan.  You pass a few rival samurai.  They ignore you, decked out in your armor, from the corpse.  You look in a thatched roof, paper walled hut, and as you walk in, the pile of hay in the corner rustles.  You peek warily at it, and a head pops out of it.  The man's head is as bald as an egg, except for a pair of mustaches that hang, white and limp, down on his chin.  
    "Shishiwakamara!" you cry.  
    "Hiro?  Hiro Yakamato?  You survived?  Wonderful!  Shishiwakamara stepped out of the pile of hay, some sticking in his mustache.  
    "It all happened after dark...that clan over the hills         attacked.  I'm not sure if anyone else..."  he trailed off.
    "Let's go."
You hand Shishiwakamara a short sword and you step out of the house.  "Play along,"you whisper.  
You put him in a Chinese finger trap and step around the corner.  A group of 5 Samurai are sitting around...




a fire, roasting something that looks disturbingly like human flesh...

What do you do?

Betray Shishiwakamara

Fight them off