*Baraka was peacefully sharpening his blades while guarding the prisoner door where Zante was locked up, which happened to be you're friend. Baraka however was alert as soon as he saw you.*

Baraka:*He looks up at you as he puts his blades that stick out of his arms, away. He walks closer as he hisses* where you going? You know this isn't you're area. Scoot.