[quote=@Odin]
Ketill watched Saina leave, before lingering in the tent. He did not have to worry about packing it - the servants would do that. He also did not have to worry about packing the belongings he had, because he had little with him. As he looked around the tent, he looked at the furs that Saina had slept on, taking note of the bag that laid there. Curiously, he walked closer, and casually leaned in, grabbing the sack and opening it with his right hand. He rummaged through it momentarily, before simply turning it around and spewing the contents over the furs. He stared at them, looking over the clothes and bandages, as well as the boots. They were in pitiful state. It seemed almost as if the steward had given her nothing but leftovers from the other slaves, though he imagined Saina was used to that for now. He was about to put the items back in the bag, when he heard some commotion outside, a little further away from the tent it seemed. 

He dropped the now empty bag onto the furs again and walked to the exit flap of the tent, opening it and peeking his head outside, before stepping out completely. Saina had been gone to fetch his horse for some time now. He wondered where she was, though curiosity as to what the commotion was took the better of him. He stepped off into the distance, towards where the voices were coming from. He could not quite hear what was being said - [i]or rather, yelled.[/i] As he stepped towards the voices, coming ever closer, he noticed that some of the others were beginning to follow him, probably also curious about what was happening. 

Ketill turned a corner at a tent, and came upon what he considered a rather unsightly scene. He stopped in his tracks and looked at the scene in front of him. A man, holding on to Saina, while the other one seemed to be brandishing his blade. Precisely when Ketill turned the corner, the man reared his hand back and then struck out at Saina, hitting her with his fist in the face. 

Immediately he continued his pace, quicker now. The onlookers that had followed also joined, going to look at what was going on. Probably not going to stop any of the attackers however, as Saina was clearly a Sawarim woman, and Sawarim followers were not protected under the law in Broacien. Not that there was much of a [i]formal[/i] law in Broacien at any rate, but most men and women agreed that Sawarims had no rights. Which was strange because even slaves that weren't Sawarim in religion had more rights than Sawarim followers. 

When the man reached back again for a second swipe at Saina's face, he was unpleasantly surprised to find Ketill coming in from the side. A powerful punch flew past Saina's face, missing her by an inch, and instead hit the peasant man in front of her that was trying to hit her again. The single punch was enough to send the man pummeling backwards, landing on his behind. He used one arm to rest and sit up right, while the other dropped the sword and grabbed his jaw, which hung loosely, apparently broken at the hinges. Almost immediately Ketill stepped up again and grabbed the man by the shirt, pulling back his arm and launching another fist into the poor mans' face.

His friend immediately threw Saina to the side, and jumped forwards a few steps and then lunged onto Ketill's back, though he promptly received an elbow in the face from Ketill, forcing him off. The man reared backwards and set a step back, and then immediately reached for his dagger. While Ketill punched the man on the floor once more, breaking his nose with a sickening crack, the other man jumped onto Ketills back again and began trying to stab his chest with his dagger. 

Through sheer luck, or perhaps a skill in battle - which arguably wasn't that unlikely - Ketill managed to grab the mans arm and twisted it, throwing the man over his shoulder onto the other one. He veered upwards and stepped back then, and reached for his blade, but found his arm stopped by a hand. As he looked to the side, he noticed the veteran militia commander, who happened to be the boss of these guys, standing there looking at Ketill with burning eyes. He was not satisfied, as the two peasants slowly got up, one holding onto his broken jaw with a painful look in his eyes.

[i]“Those were my men,”[/i] he sneered, finally letting go of Ketill's arm with an aggressive motion. [i]“I will have your head for this, Servant. You of all people should know Sawarim people have no place here, much less a woman.”[/i] With that said he marched off, and the fight was now clearly over. Ketill stared at the mans back when he left, before turning his eyes to the two peasants in front of him, who also drooped off slowly, accepting their defeat. The crowd dispersed, and Ketill turned to Saina then. 

[i]“Get my horse,”[/i] he simply instructed, seemingly not acknowledging what had just happened. He then walked away back to his tent, ahead of Saina. As he walked back he questioned why he had intervened, and grasped his head as he felt a headache rising. He wondered if he'd made a mistake. She was a Sawarim follower, the militia commander had been right about that. She had no rights here. But was he truly a savage man like that? 

He entered the tent again and looked at the bag that still laid there. When she'd walk in he'd turn to face her. [i]“You have nothing there but rags. You'll need something more proper if you want to continue serving me,”[/i] he simply told her. He walked towards her and stopped in front of her, looking her in the eyes then. [i]“I'll straighten that out when we visit a city. For now, grab your items and get to the horse. You're riding again.”[/i]
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