Faithful

Hazor took a step to the side, clearing the way for Luke to pass through the grate space without a hitch. At that moment, the little squirrel given by Hazor to Luke appeared out of nowhere on the ground, and Hazor bent down to pick it up with his right hand. 

"You once again did a great job." Hazor said, patted the little creature's belly and placed it over his left shoulder. 

Luke stared blankly at this situation. He'd gotten the feeling the squirrel wasn't there to help him, but to watch over him, only he definitely didn't expect Hazor to use that to get to him.

"So where are we?" Luke asked, rubbing his arms coldly. Unfortunately, he was still shirtless and barefoot, wearing only his pants.

"I don't know, probably in some Sakan faithful hideout."

"What do you mean you do not know? How did you get here, to me?" When it came to Hazor, the Scale didn't give much information, so for Luke he was a big unknown.