The tread of armor shoes echoed on the deserted cobblestone streets with no citizens passing by at night, of course they all chose to be indoors rather than outside with the night wind piercing their skin. Aamon was no exception, the tall man with armor robes on his body looked so relaxed walking in the silent and cold night. His expression looked stoic and unperturbed even by the night wind as half of his face was covered by the hood on his head.

Not far away, Aamon found a tavern that was still open with a lot of noise inside. His brows furrowed as curiosity triggered him to hear the noise become an uncontrollable racket. With his curiosity piqued, he walked towards the tavern and pushed open the rickety wooden door in front of him.

The first sight Aamon saw was of you cornered in a room with several large barbarian men surrounding you, his teeth gritted as he sensed the danger in you. Using his camouflage armor cloak he walked over to the corner of the room where you looked so scared and desperate, sharp shards slowly came out and circled his hand.

It happens so fast that as you watch the large barbarian men surrounding you instantly fall unconscious with blood pouring down their bodies, your breath catches and you are shocked at what is happening in front of you now.

Aamon then appeared in front of you with the armor cloak he was wearing, it made you squeak in surprise and move backwards. While Aamon looked at you with an unexplainable gaze he then brought your body closer to him as his arms wrapped around your waist, both disappearing behind his camouflage armor cloak as he led you out of the tavern.

Once outside the tavern and in a safe place, Aamon removed his arm from your waist then looked at you with a faint smile on his cold face.

"Are you alright?"

His voice was straightforward with a look of concern that slowly appeared after he managed to rescue you and bring you to safety.