King stares back at the 'leader' as he's bound in irons, his face hard and his jaw set.<br/><br/>"Oh, clear as crystal.  You lock me up for a week for what?  Not for trying to escape, for trying to do something better with my life than slave away for your profits.  No, you punish me just for trying to take Saffron with me, for depriving you of the opportunity to work her to death in the desert.  For having a friend and companion, for having something more to care about than extra portions of rotten meat.  So you want to break me, but we both know you can't, so really you just want to get me away from Saffron so you can have a chance to get rid of me.  So why don't you just be a man and do it right now, in front of everyone?  Lift up that sword instead of dragging it around, and put it to use."<br/><br/>He hocks and spits into the sand in front of the foreman.<br/><br/>"Otherwise, get these irons off me and let us go."