“Sir, please let him go.” Dave stepped forward, approaching Galath. “He and I have nothing to do. I don't know him.” He pointed at Luke with a foreign, distracted look.
But Sam picked up on his cue and leaned in close to Luke's ear. “Sir, we'd better hurry, that man signalled for us to leave.” He whispered as he cast his eyes around.
His gaze met with many large, well-built men, who surrounded them in numbers. The faces showered them with fierce stares, each of them ready to stretch themselves out to find whatever was lying there to use to beat them up.
Sam hissed. He no longer thought there would be a way for them to get out without getting hit unless Galath let them leave safely.
But Galath, in the front, faced Dave's request with a sardonic smile on his face. “Then shut up, it's non
