In the illumination of the dim light, Kalven slept within the prison comfortably.
"Why are ya so down?" One of the sand cat tribesmen snorted.
"Do you know who you are treating so roughly, right now?" One of the noblemen, who was in Kalven's team, spoke up with clenched teeths.
"Ha! I damn sure know that chicken's identity as a prince! That's the reason you all are alive in the first place, ye. Don't be twerking your mouths at me, the guard already informed me ya all are to be in prison no matter what."
The sand guard spoke harshly, apparently not wanting to be a guard here. He was an outsider, who mostly travelled around to do biddings for his tribe.
In contrast to how he treated Kalven's group, he was a little more lass towards Rovein's team. Talking with him as if he wanted to finish the conversation as quickly as possible.
It all started since he lightly threatened the human brats.
