Your rescuer casts a final blast of fire onto Aranka's body. She screams in pain and disappears into thin air. He turns in your direction, mumbles a spell, and you instantly feel yourself recover from your wounds.
"That was close," He says to you. "Do you know what that was?"
"Yeah, she was my girlfriend. She was talking to me about this Minecraft thing, and I just kind of blew it off," you respond.
"Oof, big mistake." He says. You're now even more confused, and a little bit angry.
"Dude, what the hell's going on here?"
"First off, introductions. My name's Kevin Moore. I'm about to turn 126 years old, but I haven't been out of my house in quite a long time. Things have certainly changed around here since the war."
"The...war?"
"Yeah, listen. I'd love to tell you more about it, but it's dangerous here. Come back to my house and we can chat." He seems like a nice enough person, but your mother always told you never to trust strangers. Though, after what just happened, trusting strangers seems like a safer option.
A) Go with him to his house
B) "Uh...can't we just talk here?"