Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170317023235/@comment-26383377-20170409044414

Arthus made his way to the front of the crowd, watching as the poor thing got beaten senseless. "If only he knew how powerful he was." Arthad muttered. M He told himself to look away. This wasn't his problem, he shouldn't bother himself with it. However, an old instinct had begun to take control of him. He remembered his code of honor, the one he swore himself to long ago. Arthus clenched his fists, his new protective instincts fighting with his old sense of honor. Until, finally, he made a decision.

"You, there!" Arthus pointed at the owner. "Stop, at once!"

He slowly stepped over to the man with the whip. "I was looking for a slave with some muscle to work on my ship. And I'd like it if you didn't mess with the merchandise." Arthus parted the heavy gold pouch hanging from his belt. "Ill buy him from you, name your price."