"Fuck... Sounds like a demon alright... Powerful one too if it could visually manifest itself.""Not they. It. Some apparition, or something. I arrived, and cuts were forming on her body. As soon as I entered the room, it showed itself. Looked me over, and... It was gone."
She looked to the spot where the axe was embedded into the wall.
She was about to reassure him when the growing audience called him out on his tattoo.
She'd noticed it but her eyes simply glazed over it without even registering what it was...
... Her mouth went dry... She couldn't say anything, nothing came to her mind to say in his defense.
Of course he wasn't the demon, that was silly, he was with her the entire time... A torturer...
He pushed his way past the crowd and Sharon watched him go."I'm getting my gear back on. Then, we're going hunting."
The title of torturer held power and fear in these parts, and even in the heart of the young adventuring girl.
But he didn't seem anything like that vicious sect of sadistic executioners... And given their recent moment together she was willing to grant him the benefit of the doubt.
"Hey, wait up!"
Sharon pulled his hatchet from the wall and went after him, sword still in hand so the villagers gave her a wide berth.
She caught up to him and flipped the hatchet around to offer him the handle.
"Don't listen to the peanut gallery. Common folks are quick to judge... And I'm sorry... I was quick to judge too."