Serreg glanced around the camp, looking for his target. His eyes pierced through the dark haze, and that was when he found her. "She's as beautiful as they say" he thought to himself. He immediately started walking toward her, trying not to arouse suspicion. He was almost in grabbing distance of her when a slaver, presumably the one who captured her appeared out of nowhere.
"What's yer business with the girl?" the slaver asked. Serreg knew that there was no way past this so he drew his twin scimitars and stabbed them through the slavers chest. Everyone around the encampment grew silent, Then chaos took over as a massive free for all took place. Serreg rushed to cut the girl free of her bonds, her eyes were sincere and understanding. They backtracked across the encampment when two vagabonds separated themselves from the fight to focus on Serreg and the girl.
Serreg swore and ran forward to intercept the two. Now these vagabonds were skilled in their trade, having years of ambushing caravans, but little did they know of Serreg, so their battle was unfortunately lost from the start. Serreg yelled out a war cry to his gods, and threw one scimitar with pinpoint accuracy at one of them. The next one drew his sword and dagger, and sliced through Serregs hood. An immediate howl came from that vagabond's throat which was quickly silenced by Serregs blade.
The girl herself turned pale in shock at her rescuers visage. He was a dark elf, one of the forsworn races in the world. He beckoned for her to follow, she did not respond. "Look I know I am what I am but think about it you would still be in there if it weren't for me. She took one step forward, and then began to run along with him. The two made their way out of the camp, the trees covering their paths. Little did anyone else know was that a mysterious figure was watching them all the way.