Kaleed froze at the sight of two gleaming metal swords. His hands instantly shot into the air, he could not afford to be killed over a misunderstanding.<br/><br/>Breathing hard, ever so slowly, he brought one of his hands to his face, slowly loosening up headscarf, he pulled it from around his head. Standing up straight, he looked straight ahead at nothing in particular. He wheezed trying to fill his lungs, pushing air in and out through his nostrils.<br/><br/>As he straightened, the small leather pouch somehow had loosened from around his waist. He felt its familiar weight disappear as it fell to the ground and bounced a couple of feet away. A brilliant blue blazed from the small opening, instinctively, he reached for it, before remembering his situation.<br/><br/>He gestured towards the pieces of paper that he saw one of the monks holding, and made a scrawling motion with his hand. He made a monstrous pose with his arms, and pointed outside, then mimed eating one of his arms.<br/><br/>Sweat trickled down his head and into his eyes, stinging them. He glanced around the room, wondering who was in charge.