A cutthroat

The man saw Tsan at the same time she saw him, and both of them stood still for the moment, trying to process what they saw.

He was a swarthy man, dressed in a loose pair of canvas pants but barefoot and wearing a harness of leather straps from which hung several pistols. His unkempt hair and beard gave him a wild appearance which was matched by the assortment of crude tattoos depicting violence, various perverted slogans and women in various states of undress.

His eyes were wide, as he looked on a pale elf, slender and graceful, with bright blue eyes that almost seemed to glow and vibrant blue hair to match. She stood before him, wearing nothing but stockings and a pair of low-cut lacy panties, along with the ever-present collar locked around her delicate neck. He could just make out the brand across her lower belly, marking her as property.

Finally taking in the figure, he raised a finger to his lips, gesturing her to silence.