Be friendly, but show strength, let Salib know that if he acts rashly, he'll be killed. This is very important.
Salib was a bit stunned when his gun was taken and then returned. He instinctively grabbed the gun back, then stared at Brian for a few moments before turning on the safety of the rifle and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Alawi, go see what we have to eat."
Alawi turned and left. Salib gestured to Brian and said gravely, "Rest a while, you'll have food soon."
The setup on the first floor was simple, almost rudimentary. Salib led Yang Yi and the other two into a smaller room with a carpet on the floor, and a low table in the middle.
The room had a faint stench of foot odor. As Yang Yi took off his shoes, the smell intensified, making him a bit embarrassed.
Salib was only wearing slippers, his face calm, seemingly oblivious to the smell. He casually walked to the low table, sat down, and placed his rifle to the side.
