[Rob-hin]

While the Halfling woke up, someone tapped Ambron on his shoulder.
"Is the little one injured?" As Ambron turned his head, he saw friendly face looked at him.
A relatively big guy leaned over curiously.
“Yes, nothing too serious though. I think he’s coming around.”
Ambron hoisted him up and place him in a chair. “He should be fine.”

Then he turned around and faced the big guy; trying his best to get a general impression of this fellow. His bright blue eyes focused on the man’s eyes, the window to the soul.
“You are a good man; now leave before things get messy. Take the small guy with you.”

Thinking this was taken care of, Ambron focused on Gilthanas again.
“This is not the way we take care of business around here! I believe you were provoked by them; don’t prove me otherwise or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
Ambron kept his fear of Gilthanas hidden, adrenaline rushed through his body. It made him feel alive again; still, he kept his cool as he always did.

The room was silent for a second and Ambron was unsure what would happen. Gilthanas had not answered yet; he kept his focus on the bound wizard.

Ambron took a deep breath. “I am Ambron, and I’m willing to let you interrogate this guy. But don’t go too far.”