"Commander Faith, I asked you a question. Is this kid deaf?" The mage asked again, this time with a louder voice.
Faith immediately stood up but kept her head down as she spoke. "N-No, sir. This kid is not deaf at all."
"What?"
"He is not deaf, then why is he not bowing down?"
"He is simply courting death."
"Who is this kid?"
The audience started discussing Anon as they observed him carefully.
"Kid, if you are not deaf, I, as the speaker of this Royal Court, speak on behalf of the Queen herself. Bow down now, or we have other ways to get you on your knees." The mage shouted in a high and deep voice.
Faith walked up to Anon, touched his shoulder, and whispered into his ear.
"Bow down, or this thing will escalate too much."
Anon looked at her and smiled. His face was gagged with a special cloth that blocked his mouth from speaking. So he just nodded his head in a 'No.'