Inside, I was unceremoniously dumped onto the ground. Well, not the cold, hard earth, but rather, beneath me were soft Persian-like carpets and fur rugs. All around me were luxurious, soft cushions made from the finest materials. I suspected this was this man’s private tent, which told me he must be one of the head honchos of some clan. I felt like I was in Arabian Nights, with all this glamour in a tent in the middle of the woods.
Moody Brute took up an imposing position not far from me, sitting on that grand, comfy chair like a king. Then Felix entered the tent and gracefully took the other chair to the left of his colleague.
Side by side, the masks on their aquiline-featured faces looked like a reflection of one another.
Moody Brute was still watching me intensely like I was an alien
