In the rough waters of the archipelago colony, a lone merchant ship steadily floated through the tide. The medieval brig came from a nearby Colonial Dominion and was intending to buy high-quality slaves from the colony.
Unfortunately for them, though...
They were raided by the rebels of the Deerfolk Tribe and their unknown contemporaries.
"P-Please don't kill me!" Surrounded with the corpses of his guards was the foreign merchant. His expression of disbelief uttered horror from what had recently happened to his merchant ship.
"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, you won't be killed." Mercedes expressed while she tilted her head with a smile following it. On her hand was a knife pointed at his throat, an obvious intimidation.
