Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2023 22:38:47 GMT -5
[ For Rhedara Shannon ]
Warren had taken a brief walk, just to get away from Rainecourt castle for a short time. He'd hardly left the grounds in the last few days and he still didn't feel like he was doing enough to prepare the soldiers before his upcoming absence, but even he had to take a break from time to time. The early Hiems air was cold, but the thick military jacket he wore kept him warm enough and the chill helped him to clear his head. He stopped by a local tavern to get a bite to eat, and sat in the booth in silence, observing the comings and goings of the civilians with idle interest.
When done, he made his way back out into the streets and began his return. The streets were muddy from the previous days rains and he slipped in and out of certain streets, attempting to avoid those without clear cobblestone paths. His attempt fell short, however. As he turned down an alley to take a shortcut, he heard someone shout and then groan. He turned, eyes scanning the street behind him until he saw an older woman whose back carriage wheels had slipped down into a deceptively deep hole of mud, tipping the whole thing back and lifting the front wheels off the ground by a few inches. The horse that was pulling the carriage appeared to be older and weak, and was trying to tug the carriage free but couldn't. The older woman who had been driving it had climbed down into the mud, and was trying to usher the horse forward. Both were in clear distress.
Without hesitation Warren walked over and stopped the older woman with a hand on her shoulder. "Ma'am, you'll injure your horse like that," he said, stepping in front of the horse and halting it's attempted forward movement by stroking its neck gently. "I'll help you get it out, just give me a moment, let me find someone to help."
"Oh, thank you," the old woman rattled. He offered her a hand and she took it, and he walked her over to the side of the street where there was less mud for her to sink into. Then he made about walking up the street, looking for any capable man, woman, or soldier he could find.
He couldn't mistake the military jacket when he saw the soldier round the corner. "Soldier," he called out loudly to catch the persons attention. When they turned, he'd recognize the girl. "Come help me, please, Ms. Shannon."