In a pit. Curt.
"Give me a reason I should not kill you right here, right now."
The leader of the group was trying to stand up but he couldn't. He had been bound on both his hands and legs. But his eyes were enough to emphasize how angry he was at the free Professor sitting few throw away from him in the spacious pit.
"Fate will catch up with the both of you, tomorrow."
One of the guards who had brought the professor there called. The leader looked at the shabby fellow and scorned,
"Could had been a honor having his head on a platter."
He spat on the soil of the pit but the Professor had an irritated face. The leader shot him a glare and hurled,
"One thing you should be glad about is that I'm tied. You'd be dead by now. And you know my threat are never empty."
The expression the Professor was wearing was somewhat indifferent. That did nothing but piss the fellow up more.
"What do you know about will?"