The market

[Maero]

"No one." Arkurus said simply. "Take her leave, I do not want-""Lithin!" The elf cried out. "I am Zane Ro's Lithin, Third son to th-GAH!" He cried out as he the whip shot out and struck him across his face. He went limp once more and began to cough and sputter, and had taken off the tip of his tongue with that last whip. "Silence deluded fool! Do you wish to make your punishment worse?!" Arkurus snapped. "This troublesome elf believes himself to be a member of Tiff's house. He is not, and he will pay for lying to me." "I-I dont lie! I swear...it...on...my...family's...grave!" He yelled, each pause signifying a whipping from Arkurus, but he would not be stopped. "I said be SILENT!" ARkurus roared, suddenly appearing before the young man and kneeing him hard in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him out. "Leave mage! Take her with you!" He yelled, his eyes never leaving the hanging elf as he raised the whip again.

(OK, where would D come from?)