Kahl watched the guards leave and let out a sigh. Things were getting better he though. He inched a little bit away as Ja sat next to him. When the ale was placed on the table, Kahl quickly grabbed it, and drank from it deeply. It calmed him down a bit, but he was still nervous. He looked a Ja from head to toe, keeping a metal note of his facial features and equipment. He sighed again. 

"M- my name? I- i- its Kahl." He said in a shy tone.

"Wh- wh- why did you help me? Are you gonna take me somewhere?" 

"Please don't beat me."

Kahl put his head down on the table. His life had changed. He was no longer a slave. "I'm free! Why am I so nervous? I should be happy!" Kahl thought to himself. He couldn't help but think things where gonna go wrong. They always did, life was never in his favor. He looked at Ja again.

"Maybe I should go?"