Arthur squinted his eyes at Whisker, who seemed to know he would be ambushed in this old house. Thus, he did not trust him fully yet. Whisker seemed intuitive enough to realize that.
"I had nothing to do with this ambush," said Whisker with a smirk. "I had a feeling that you were falling into one of their traps, but I decided to stay out of it. It seems there was no need for me to worry after all."
"You knew but didn't care to warn?" asked Arthur with a raised brow as he held to his sword. "I am beginning to suspect you too, Whisker."
"That would be wiser," said Whisker as he looked at the man beside Arthur. "How come you did not kill him? Are you that soft even after killing two of his comrades?"
"I kept him for info, but he might prove useful," said Arthur as he glanced at the frightened man, who could not utter a word ever since Whisker appeared. He raised his finger at the cat-man and kept shaking.
