Jarin watched as the curly-haired man tortured Chief Leon. If one could see his face right now, they would see a small smile curving the corners of his lips. He had been the personal guard of Chief Leon for the last 10 years. He had been careful to never let the Chief see his face. It took him a long time to earn the Chiefs complete trust, but it had been worth it, to be able to see the look on Leons face when he saw his own tribe burning to the ground. He was not going to let Leon get away alive, he had wasted too many years planning this. He had to have his revenge.