While Dean silently crouched in a corner, honing his weapon, the fellow who had previously helped the fatty deal with some troublemakers suddenly sidled over and whispered, "Thinking of rebelling?"
A scent of heather wafted over as the man opened his mouth.
Dean instinctively held his breath and didn't answer.
Seeing this, the man continued, "My name is Sada. The fatty is a petty man. If you want to get out of here alive and breathe fresh air again, you have to learn from me. Don't ever try to rebel; otherwise, if he's still alive, you'll die a very, very horrible death!"
Well, now. Turns out he was a kind-hearted fellow.
Dean grinned at Sada. "Your right hand is hidden beneath you. Are you thinking that if I attempt a sneak attack and fail, it'll be convenient for you to grab me and curry favor with that fatty who feeds you milk every day?"
"What?"
