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 ****, 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.