*Third Person’s POV*
“Master, we must leave now. The time has come and we cannot afford to be caught now,” A small man, probably in his late forties spoke hurriedly to the other man who seemed not to care about any thing other than the meal in front of him. The short man had a big round stomach and he was dressed in tattered clothes. His head was bald in the middle and he had the weirdest set of teeth, with a flat nose.
The short man was standing and despite his position, he was almost on the same eye level with the seated man who was seated on the bare floor with his legs crossed beneath him and a small table made of brick was right in front of him, bearing a wooden plate with his favorite meal. He had craved this food for a long time now and all he wanted was to finish it in peace with
