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The young merchant had been staring down at his own lap through all the commotion, he barely took notice of the paladin initiate's attempts to take the reigns and seize control of the situation. It was not until the Laorcha, Bran, addressed him "You, boy. You said no one should leave the camp to piss. Why?" menacing in his size made even more imposing by the plated armor and fur cape, he felt obligated to finally speak up about what he saw, as if there would be hell to pay if he didn't.

" I-I seen it all happen " he said through clenched teeth as he watched his hands tremor uncontrollably. The young merchant clenched his fist, took a deep breath to gather himself before looking up into the eyes of the warrior " No, that aint quite right...I didn't just see it happen, it was like " the words caught in his throat, as if speaking of it would bring the images back to his mind. " I was there, I was him! I can almost still feel the blade in my gut "

The young merchant stood up on shaky legs and peered out into dark forest just as Bran had done " I...HE saw..something out there, a face in threes. You know when you the knots in a tree look a lot like faces? Well that's what he thought he saw before he was..." He couldn't say the words. " Look, I don't know what but something is out there and it 'aint human and it aint an animal neither. You know better than anyone that wound doesn't come from an animal. No man alive could survive out there long enough to do this, and there aint too many monsters with a knight's weapon. " He clutched the goddess charm that hung from his neck all the while he spoke. As a was a merchant that dealt more weapons than anything else he could tell it was a broadsword just by the look of the broken blade as it pierced his abdomen.

With that in mind he he knelt down and retrieved one of the short swords, as well as a sheath from his inventory. He placed the sheath properly around his waste so that he could draw and sheath from the left side of his body as he was right handed, he at least knew that much. However any experienced swordsmen could tell just by the way he held the blade that he hadn't the knowledge to defend himself properly with it.