Leonel found himself sitting in a room. Though, this sort of description was far too neutral, and maybe even positive, for where it really was.
It might as well have been a dungeon. There were no chains around his wrists and ankles, but it was effectively the same.
He had simply been told to wait here, in this dingy room, while something was prepared for him. He was also told that he would have to be here for a few weeks depending on his performance. As for what his task was, he was apparently meant to be a sparring partner for the youths of the Godlen family.
Well, honestly, this was just Leonel's translation. In reality, this was introduced to him as a training opportunity. He was also told that he would have to do his best to protect his life, or he might lose it.
Toward this explanation, Leonel could only chuckle.
