As a the man ran away, a sell sword stepped out of a black smiths shop. He smiled a bit at the new sword that hang on his hip, he looked both ways and then stepped out on to the street with only a few people on it. After he did, he saw a man running his way and he smirked, he stuck his armored leg. Making the man hit it and go flying in the air, the sell sword then quickly picked him up and dragged him into a alleyway that was behind them. "Hello sir, I see you have a spot of trouble. Would you like some help?" He asked, his armor shined in the morning sun.