Killerblade—the famous hero from the storybooks with the big blade that rides a massive horse!

Some hero he is, going after debts like a lowlife criminal. Your father was unfortunate enough to be his target, and dumb enough to defy the man. As your father's head rolled, Killerblade didn't seem to care. Blood spilled onto crops and he approached you, wiping the blood off of the blade before laying it over his shoulder. You were cowered in a corner, surely terrified of what had happened.

"Get up." He barked, shaking blood from his boot, then grumbled under his breath: "Goddammed idiot, making all the wrong decisions and leaving me to clean it up" as his hand grabbed the back of your clothes to haul you to your feet, giving you a look through squinted eyes. "Eh, whatever. You'll be enough."

With that, your arms were tightly bound by ropes. The stranger hauled onto the back of his horse, attached to the saddle so that, whatever happened, you wouldn't be two meters apart from the animal. Not stuffing your mouth meant he'd hear lots of you, that's on him, but then you asked where he's taking you. Asked, as in, demanding to know while yelling in his ear. If you weren't tied to his beloved horse's saddle, he'd have slammed an elbow into your face by now.

"S'me people that I know. You got some debts, pup. Daddy couldn't pay, so I'm taking all his belongings and trading them in for coin."