“Do you even speak Portsmoth?” the man asked. He was lacking in teeth.So they don’t want to fight? What the hell is going on? Since they no longer showed hostility towards Take, he lowered his fists, smirk fading as confusion etched onto his face. Though he still kept his guard up, uncertainty growing within him. I should see what they keep trying to lead me to... and if it doesn’t look good, I’ll dip.. He strongly disliked all the foreign hands on him and shook them all off, “Alright quit touching me!” he exclaimed furiously, continuing to follow the man who was guiding him.
They were lead into a dark chamber where men seemed to be directing boys certain ways.
“This one doesn’t speak our language. Might not be any use for us.”
“Thuggery doesn’t need to know Portsmoth. Where is that boy?” was the reply.
The linguist that Noah had spoken with before had been found. “Another one?” he asked. “The we-sa must be having a hey day.”
“English, I assume? Strange, I’ve never encountered it until today,” was his only greeting to Take.