Brewing Conflict (2)

Ashton was waiting at the entrance of the black market about an hour ago than the mentioned time. Maybe he was anxious to know some answers or maybe he had nothing better to do. His eyes were scanning everyone going in and out of the place. 

However, Ashton wasn't being subtle about it, and soon the mercenaries employed as guards for the market had him surrounded. 

"State your purpose of visit." 

Ashton turned his gaze towards the man in front of him. Standing at 6'9", the dark-skinned man was very hard to get a read on. He had mastered the art of not allowing his expression to reflect what he was thinking. 

His waist-long black and white hairs were braided into several ropes, just like his awfully long beard. Despite not showing any emotion, Ashton knew the man have had his fair share of battles. The plethora of scars on the man's face was proof of that.