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Simon was all-too aware of the abuses that the slaves endured day after day. It hurt him too, in a way, to know that it occurred on a regular basis, but there was little that could be done. Not by him, a single man, at least. Especially not when surrounded by such a cruel group of men, who all seemed to be out for blood. He cringed a little internally when he returned to his post, seeing that the slaver had yet to emerge. No doubt the young girl and strange man were paying for...well, simply being unfortunate enough to land into their situation, really. He doubted they had committed any crimes or sins severe enough to garner this sort of punishment.
His grip on his sword hilt tightened when he heard the muffled sound of someone in pain. A thousand ideas went through his mind, but none of them were very useful. It wouldn't do well to just rush in there to save the elves. A pair, no matter how unfortunate and helpless they were, weren't worth the lives of dozens. He couldn't do anything brash to risk the entire situation. But nor could he 'join in' just for appearances sake. When he heard the wheezing breath of one of them, he couldn't just stand there anymore.
He let himself into the small room quietly, his eyes quickly taking in the situation. The elven girl sat against one wall, seemingly unharmed for the most part. The man, however, seemed to be taking the brunt of the abuse. Simon could only hope that his presence wouldn't make things worse. "Careful with that one. I know quite a few in Orlais who would pay a pretty coin for him intact," he said quietly, his blue eyes narrowed as he spoke.