He watched as her foot collided with the rock, him wincing slightly, feeling her pain near as close as she did, his toes curling as if they had been hit as well. That could not have been timed worse. He slowly headed over to her, looking down toward her toe, seeing that she hadn't split it, but it would still be a rather painful walk for her had she continued. When she mentioned an inn once they reached town, he was thinking the same thing. He sighed softly, looking into the sky. The night was slowly creeping into the world, the temperature dropping slowly with each passing breath. He didn't have anything to make camp, and town wasn't far off. Perhaps she was right.<br/><br/>As he knelt beside her, His eyes would move to the road, seeing a young looking gentleman in dark leather armor, The armor hugged his body like a second skin, and looked sturdy for being so light. It reminded Ghaleon of the coat he wore. Regardless of how thin his coat looked, it was pure rawhide dragon leather. One of the most durable substances for leather working known to man and angel alike. His jacket needed to be so strong, for it house his most prized, and sensitive area for him. His wings laid folded under the weight of the coat, protecting him from both bludgeoning and slashing. That was exactly what was needed. Clip the wings of an angel, Remove the angel all together. The man in the leather armor would step past them and nod, a light smile on his face."Good evening, sir..." The dark leathered man spoke out, only to continue walking toward the slavers den. Ghaleon looked to him with a slight tilt of his head. He had seen him before, but where. Ghaleon nodded calmly to him."And to you as well..." Ghaleon said softly, still cold and watching as he passed them. Ghaleon was just about to turn when he saw a bow on his back, with a quiver of Black Arrows. His mind began to race, for he had seen them before, though he couldn't place where, or why it was important to him. He shrugged it off and calmly pushed the thought aside and turned back to his job.<br/><br/>He had been in a similar situation not long ago, transporting a slave to with such a headstrong fire. This didn't worry him much, for she couldn't outrun him with her being in the state that she was, but she could easily injure herself. An injury without the proper precautions was a death sentence, even in the presence of an angel. He thought to himself quietly for several seconds, only to stand and look toward town."If you think you can manage, We will stay there for the night. The inn would have some clothes that you can change into. Early in the morning, we will go to the market and get you ready for travel." He didn't bother issuing a warning to stay near him. She had to of known that he had the money, and her choice was clear. Stay with him, or die. After all, He could tell she was smart.<br/><br/>With their first plan of action set, He stood and waited for her to stand to her feet and start walking, only following when she did so."Also, we'll have to do something about all that filth. First thing we'll do is get you a warm bath. If you're compliant, and don't cause me any trouble, I might even hire the bathhouse to clean your hair. But only if you don't decide to test my patience..." His words would be chilling the air around him, continuing on toward town. The sun was slowly setting, sending a sheet of orange against the once blue veil of the sky. He smiled softly, for this being his favorite time of day. The twilight always had a way of getting to him. He smiled warmly and closed his eyes as he walked, locked in a trance for a few seconds. If she would be looking at him, this would be the most relaxed he has looked all day.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Back in the slavers den. Velkin stood in front of his men, barking out orders, screaming at the top of his lungs. Blood caked his robes, three slaves lay dead already. Two starved brown haired woman, And a young child, no older than 8. One of the boy's arm laid severed on the floor next to him, His face beaten in so deep, no identifying features existed any longer. The woman were mutilated to the point of an old horror film. It seemed the one of their legs was broken in several places. The cuts and splits in her skin only mired to hide the true abuse. Her face was contorted and stricken to remain in it's horrified expression. Every inch of her was split by some means. Possibly the most disturbing was the woman's entrance. It looked as it she had been raped by every slaver several times. The blood from the place was enough to explain the scene. The second woman wasn't near as bad, except her neck was spun an entire 180, bones sticking from her neck.<br/><br/>Velkin slammed his hand on the table in front of him, looking to his men."What was that Filthy Merc's name, I demand to know who decided to call him here! He made a mockery of us, and No one makes a Mockery of Velkin Disaldrate Duroscio. WHERE IS MY MERC!!!" He screamed as not a second later, The man who had passed Ghaleon and Karma walked into the room and smiled."Hope I am not Interrupting anything..." The Merc said with a chuckled and Velkin was not impressed."You from the Blackwood Merc Company?" He snarled, still seething in anger.<br/><br/>The young merc smiled, nodding to him softly."That I am. I hear you had some trouble with a slaver earlier today, What happened. Little girl blinked at you threateningly?!" The merc laughed more, Velkin growing tired of this whole thing."What is with you Mercs and Your lack of respect. Never mind, I don't care. Take whatever you want, It's yours just find and Kill The merc with No pupils. I want him murdered and his head mounted on my wall for everyone to see!" The merc smiled, nodding some when he heard the mark, only to tilt his head."And what about the slave? Cause that will cost extra." Velkin's eyes could have been black with the soul of a demon as the next words spilled from his mouth."You bring her to me, I have a something special for her. She is going to pray for death long before he finds her. And When death does, There will be nothing left of her to take."<br/><br/>The merc nodded, unfazed by the words of pure hatred, him picking at the dirt under his finger nails."So, Now our price. I want room and board, and send your best red head to my room. I've had a very long night, and I'd hate to sleep alone." He said with a smirk as he walked from the room and headed to a guest room, and closing the door. He treated his job like his last, for this could very well be the day he dies...But tonight. Tonight he will party in the worst way. Velkin shook his head angry and snarled."Fucking Mercs...."