He hadn’t cried yet…

Samson studied the young man as they waited. He was tall, well-built and dressed in white robes, meaning he was of a higher class. There was no sign of gold on his clothing, so he probably was not from the Watchers. He clearly looked like one of their offspring. The boy sat straight and seemed well mannered, even though he had just been dragged here against his will. He hadn’t whined or cried yet. Samson wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.