He entered the house of another merchant while his palm laid on the hilt of his blade. He took a cautious look around, seeking any slaves the man could keep.

"Your excellency, would you mind to explain-.."

The noble got silent when Arnawanda raised his hand to silence him. The house was silent but he wouldn't fall for it. He got through the rooms but there was no one, until he looked down at the carpet. He pushed it away with his foot, seeing see a hatchway. He looked up at a man seriously.

"Open."

The man obviously hasn't wanted but opened the door with a key. It was looking like a cellar. Arnuwanda's nose hit a metallic scent of blood he knew too well mixed with sweat.

He walked down, hearing slight moans of pain now. Once he reached down he saw a woman who was leaning on some kind of a table. She was chained while her half naked body exposed her bleeding back from numerous fresh cuts of the whip..