Looking at the group one last time, Rowen turned to leave them but did not leave the room.
In the small C-shaped corridor between the door and the open space, there was a hidden door that led to a viewing room. Each cell had one.
-Silence-
The room soon regained its original quietness.
"Are you truly the Baker?" The lead visitor, called One-ring Mamoya, asked.
Marlo grinned lazily. "What do you think?"
Marlo shifted the hair around his ears and neck, regaling all his discrete pirate markings.
Though afraid of Marlo, the men were also in awe of his aura. The more powerful and intimidating a person was, the more in awe people in this era would be of him... especially Morgs.
They loved the strong, and would even go as far as worshiping them too.
Seeing Marlo slowly sit cross-legged, the group of 6 hastily did the same, not daring to stand when he sat. All 6 sat as close to the glass walls as possible.
"My brother?
