Lewin stood in a city watchtower, overlooking the slave market, while its former occupant was lying on the floor, soaking it a deep shade of red. He looked at the market with disdain, frowning at the purchase and sale of the helpless and the poor. He was by no means a moral man - if the person in his way was innocent, he cut them down all the same - but liberty was important. It was not before he saw a girl, half-elven, probably, outmaneuver two city guards in the slave market, that he began to think that this day might bring something special. From his perch, he could see she was too-well dressed to be either a thief or a slave. She was too small to be capable of notable violence, and if she was an assassin, the guards would aim to kill, not to capture. What crimes remained?<br/><br/>Concluding that the girl was most likely a member of the resistance, Lewin decided that today would see action. Leaving one of the city guard expired on the floor, he ran down the tower steps into the marketplace below. If he wanted to get the girl out, which was the surest way to get in contact with the resistance, he'd have to create a distraction - a window of opportunity. Calmly walking towards the bidding podium, he planned his next move.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #808040">Shock and awe. Eliminate the guard lieutenant, carve my way through the rest, break open the cages. Lead the people to the arsenal by the river. Get out on a fishing boat while the city guard is preoccupied.</span></span>Many slaves would likely get killed in the escape, but Lewin did not care. As long as they died standing, they died free - and that was Lewin's only goal. Just as the auctioneer called out the last sale of the day, a young elven princess who looked nothing like royalty, Lewin stepped in front of a guard and drove a dagger between his ribs. Then he lept.<br/><br/>In one fluid motion, Lewin's dagger found its sheath while his bastard sword Mince erupted from its own, Lewin Eraffen sailing through the air. The auctioneer did not stand long, and the life's flame of the guard lieutenant was extingished before he could swing his sword. With a speed and strength that bordered on the titanic, Lewin's skin was sparkling with energy as his hands drove Mince through the three guards that charged in to stop him. Bellowing death, his left hand erupted with the fury of the fire spirits - setting a slaver alight and sending the rest of the unarmed crowd running for their lives. Getting a few seconds' respite from fighting, Lewin turned to the princess with a suave comment.<span style="color: #808040">"Want to taste freedom again, princess? Stay close."</span>He then moved towards the slave cages, slow and purposeful, drenching his blade in the lifeblood of anyone, guard or civilian, foolish enough to get in his way.