Within the walls of the Mantili prison, Bartlett leaned against the wall, sitting on the hard rock floor, with his right arm, marked with numbers, wrapped around his silent 'roommate'.
"I'm very good at killing, and I quite enjoy it," he whispered to his roommate, "I've killed thousands of exotic species and wild creatures, and the number of humans who fell by my hand isn't small either. But why do I suddenly feel fed up with the desperate struggle for life in the arena?"
"Let me make it clear first, I'm not the empathetic type." The barbarian adjusted the position of his roommate's head which was leaning on his shoulder, "If someone told the adventurers in Pig Bay, 'Hey, Bartlett is a soft-hearted man', they would laugh it off as a mental disorder."
