Hell broke out yet again. This time though it was only between two groups of men. The first were the slavers, the bastards that had to make their living by selling people to pathetic buyers that were too lazy to do work. The other group of people wasn’t even that. They were just three individuals that just seemed to leap into the fray for whatever reasons they had to. The truth was that Zerith would have joined them as well in this slaughter but something had him occupied at the moment. That something was currently asking what he thought of her recent discovery.
“It doesn’t really look like it will keep you very warm.” Zerith replied. It was just a simple tunic really, although it was definitely too large for Ren’s figure it just didn’t look like it would do a good job or providing warmth. Honestly it looked ridiculous, with a large star embroidered on the front and the color of the material made her stand out amongst the crowd. Looking at it made Zerith wonder just what was Ren thinking when she picked a shirt like that. “I think you would be better off with a cloak rather than that,” Zerith suggested. “But if it’s comfortable you can wear that, it does provide a little more covering”.
It was after he said that the chaos began. The loud gunshot, the bloodshed, the three fighters taking on a group of slavers all seemed to occur as a result of Zerith’s answer to Ren’s question. The young fighter gripped his halberd tightly as if he was expecting a small group of slavers to come and attack either Ren or himself. Although he didn’t know this girl he would do his best to protect her. That was just him really, the type of fool that would do something foolish to help a stranger. Right now the best way he could do that was to try and get Ren away from here. The three men that were leaving behind a pile of slain slavers could take care of themselves and defend themselves if they needed to. This girl though was different, she just didn’t seem like the type of person what would fight so the only logical way to get her out of trouble was to get her away from it and to somewhere safe.
“Let’s hurry and go someplace safe Ren,” Zerith spoke loud enough for her to hear his voice from the chaos nearby. “I don’t want to risk your safety here so before we find ourselves confronted by some slavers or something we should get going somewhere safe. I don’t care where as long as it’s not here all right? Wherever you want to go I’ll follow. If we need to figure out where we should go we can do when we don’t have to worry about being killed. Let’s just get out of here okay?”