There's a young woman in a plain red peasant's dress hurrying through town, hoping to make it to the butcher's before it closes. Her thoughts are far away as usual, preoccupied with thoughts of home, of the brother who must have been left behind when she was snatched from their dungeon cell. It's hard to enjoy the peace in this place with so many worries.

She notices the whispering, the tension of the people, and then she sees the man. His armor and dress are unfamiliar but the look of a swordsman fresh from battle is like a jolt to her with its familiarity. And there's something about him which tells her this is battle, not a bad encounter with some thugs.

She moves towards him, albeit slowly since he might be seeing an enemy in everyone.

"Are you injured?" she asks bluntly. "I'm a doctor. I can help you, as long as you keep your sword sheathed."