Shira looked up at the man her eyes wide with confusion and fear. She did not trust men, not after they laugh and sneered as they stole her family away. But even as her pride reared it’s ugly head in her mind. She swallowed the anger and hurt she held inside. Now was not the time to be prideful. She needed help and this man who knew nothing of her offered it with his open  hand. Swallowing hard her hand reached out.<br/><br/><br/>The Ogre sneered at the two, his hand  lowering but still his crooked fang’s showed there was something else he had in mind. “I don’t like your pretty face, so maybe I’ll crave it off” he said as the men that sat at the table rose up one by one. An evil sneer and laugh escaping pass there fang’s, “Look I think she is gonna cry”.  Shira tried to conceal the ebbing tears that threatened to fall her hand swiping them away. The men chuckled at her obvious frustration and shame, the leader of the ogre’s peered at the hooded man. “You wouldn’t be foolish enough of a man to face all of us, and think we would let you live do ya?” he asked kicking Shira aside with his boot. She gasped back in pain from the kick. A crowd was starting to encircle the small group as more people began to talk and place bet’s on the men. A few eyed Shira with greedy eyes, she could see it. Fear making her pale as the situation was getting worse and worse by the moment.