The 3rd

Chapter 46

"Plize helf ma," the voice was rather soft without any depth to it as a male voice usually is. 

But, given the state of the individual, Zarracen found his sound rather fitting. To say, when she arrived at the meeting place with Jese she should have expected this would be incorrect really. She just came to to ask if they could put their feelers out to other cities.

Finding, her former crew torturing a man tied to a table wasn't what she expected. Nor, did she expect the man to plead to her on her appearance. She didn't think she looked like much of a savior. However, considering his surroundings she must've felt like an angel.

"Plize," he begged again.

Slop!