The man was no man at all Erik felt, as the interrogation lasted less then a half an hour. The man did not even require convincing beyond his own cowardice. Erik was glad to be moving on the information if only to put distance between him and the sniveling hyur. Juliette had ordered Erik to quietly search the man's home. "Far to gaudy a place for a man." he spoke to himself as he approached hyur's residence. The midlander in question was well known in the streets of Ul'dah as a pimp, specializing in young girls, one more thing for Erik to dislike about the man. As he approached he heard voices in the ally between the house and another building.
Following the voices he came to a scene of a small girl, a highlander, and a count of four men around her. The girl's back was to Erik, but the men faced him, their uniforms were unmistakable and unwise. They were Imperial, and the girl in rags, the back of her shirt marked with the same mark found on the pimp's own door. Four Garlean soldiers seeking the service of a girl from his own Gyr Abania, no more then sixteen.... it was to much for his senses to take, or his mind. Unheard he approached, a stone flung down the ally, all the soldiers and the girl looked, returning their eyes to one another, they noticed one of their own had vanished. The soldiers drew their blades as the girls stepped back cautiously. There came a swift moving man, from one shadow to another, taking a second soldier with him into the deep shadows, the only sound that of the soldier screaming from the darkness. The two remaining looked to eachother as though they had seen a ghost. Erik was fortunate to have come in his hooded cloak, it had the effect of fear he needed in such numbers. Making his way up a wall on pipes as the two remaining soldiers looked confused. He smiled a devil's smile as he jumped from the roof on to the head of one of the two soldiers, landing on him and drawing his blade as he did. Coming up from his landing he took the head of the remaining soldier. Wiping the blood on his cloak, he sheathed his sword and reached out his hand to the frightened girl, "Its alright, you are safe now. I am Erik, what is your name?"
Following the voices he came to a scene of a small girl, a highlander, and a count of four men around her. The girl's back was to Erik, but the men faced him, their uniforms were unmistakable and unwise. They were Imperial, and the girl in rags, the back of her shirt marked with the same mark found on the pimp's own door. Four Garlean soldiers seeking the service of a girl from his own Gyr Abania, no more then sixteen.... it was to much for his senses to take, or his mind. Unheard he approached, a stone flung down the ally, all the soldiers and the girl looked, returning their eyes to one another, they noticed one of their own had vanished. The soldiers drew their blades as the girls stepped back cautiously. There came a swift moving man, from one shadow to another, taking a second soldier with him into the deep shadows, the only sound that of the soldier screaming from the darkness. The two remaining looked to eachother as though they had seen a ghost. Erik was fortunate to have come in his hooded cloak, it had the effect of fear he needed in such numbers. Making his way up a wall on pipes as the two remaining soldiers looked confused. He smiled a devil's smile as he jumped from the roof on to the head of one of the two soldiers, landing on him and drawing his blade as he did. Coming up from his landing he took the head of the remaining soldier. Wiping the blood on his cloak, he sheathed his sword and reached out his hand to the frightened girl, "Its alright, you are safe now. I am Erik, what is your name?"
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