Tyr placed his hand on the young girl's head, "Don't cry... you're alright." He said, hoping to calm her down as the poor child broke down in front of him.
The man from afar walked closer, now standing before Tyr who was on one knee.
'So many bruises...' Tyr thought to himself as he looked up at the man again. He was pissed, his brows furrowing in anger.
"I get she's your slave, but do you really need to hurt her this much?" Tyr said in a low tone.
The robed man paused. His smile disappeared, instead replaced with a disdainful look.
"You're new here aren't you..." The robed man said and then squinted his eyes as he sized Tyr up and down.
"Wait a minute... I think I recognize you from somewhere." The robed man exclaimed, reaching into his chest pocket while exposing his wrist.
Tyr's eyes expanded as he saw a symbol on the man's arm.
'A snake tattoo... Black Merchant Guild.' He immediately realized, preparing to fight at any moment.
