Everyone looked at the hysterical woman who had raised her voice at the man to stop him from killing, what they called, a useless commodity.
I was the hysterical woman.
This must be common here, they were killing children which were too far gone to be sold.
The boy could not even glance at me as he gave out a small groan at the pain he felt. He was not able to even speak or open his eyes. My heart ached for him and I could not hold back from helping him as much as I could.
"My lady," The dagger disappeared once again in the belt of the man as he respectfully addressed me. "Forgive me, I should have not brought a weapon out in the presence of a woman. Understandably, you are not familiar with the sight of such violence but I lost myself in my anger."
