"Did you hear that?"
"Came from Master Iyan's tent, I think."
Two or three of the Cheonryeo tribesmen, roused from their sleep, emerged, pulling on their clothes. It seemed they hadn't imagined the noise. They hurried towards Iyan and Beric's tent, confirming the half-open entrance.
"Master Iyan? Are you alright?"
"Trouble? Beric, he isn't dead, is he?"
One step inside revealed a scene. Some stranger lay sprawled on the ground, while Iyan clutched his reddened neck, coughing violently.
"Cough!"
"M-Master Iyan? What's going on?"
"That man... tried to kill me..."
Only then did they notice the shattered pieces of a dagger lying on the ground. They immediately alerted those outside, and the man's arms and legs were bound.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I woke up, and he was trying to kill me."
"No, but... how did you take him down? You haven't received any training, Master Iyan."
