[color=007236][center][h1]Culmith Woodhaven[/h1][/center][/color]
	Culmith was about to step inside the tavern when a slaver appeared,  dragging a beautiful woman. She looked like she was worth quite a large sum. The temptation was there, but ultimately he decided to do the right thing. Culmith drew his short sword, and does his best to intimidate the slaver. "Let the girl go, or I'll make you." The slaver pulled the slave closer, drawing his longsword. "Well then boy? Go ahead and make me." Culmith tried his best to hide the shaking ravaging him, then attempted a quick stab. However, the slaver had obviously been through some fights and attacked first. He left a sizable gash in Culmith's shoulder. The pain was almost instant, burning with a passion. Culmith ran into the tavern, as a swing from the slaver misses him by a long shot. The slaver left, as Culmith felt eyes staring at him. He ignored them and sat down at the bar, trying to ignore the pain. [i]So much for justice...[/i] He thought, as sadness set in. That woman would be sold, then some sick freak would take her and lock her up, using her to satisfy himself. He sighed. [i]I need a drink.[/i]