Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-3293219-20150408200545

A large carriage, presumably the one that was missing from the front gates of Riften, slowly rolled up on the side of the road, it was seemingly being driven by a Breton, dark hair, in nice clothes, with a rapier hanging from his belt.

He seemed too well off to be the driver...

"Hello?" He called out, slowly standing up and looking over the bushes, to their vague direction.

"I'm... Not with them, the ones that were after you...

I saw you running though, saw that you had injured and I thought that you could use a hand." He called out, he seemed a little nervous, though given that he was offering to help potential fugatives, that was understandable.