Edgan, despite being in a cell, was wearing pristine garments. When Mel approached the iron bars, he rose from the rotted wooden stool he was sitting on and moved toward him.
"Did you finally find your way here, Mel?"
The robust young man and the Main Academy Delegation waiting four paces behind him had scrubbed the traces of the massacre from their garments and bodies, but it seemed their energies told everything to those capable of comprehending.
"Vengeance had to be taken. Are you disturbed by this?"
His eyes, which were like still water, were now gleaming like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment; upon hearing the question, Edgan returned to where he had just risen from, his piss-smelling stool.
"We both know these bars cannot hold you. Why are you still here?"
