Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-5543592-20190131215456

"No, it's my husband!" The old woman said disparingly. "When the cart broke it made a terrible noise, spooking our horse.  It fled there." She pointed westward, where the snow covered ground gave way to a grove of evergreen trees. "He chased after it and I haven't seen him since.  He's not dressed any warmer than me!" She gestured to herself. She was dressed in the thin rawhide clothes of a Cyrodiilic peasant, warmed only by the bolts of wool filling the back of the cart.

"Your cart, lady." Cade said. "Even if we find your husband and horse, you will still be stranded out here.  Perhaps we could also assist you in getting it back onto the road?" Cade offered, automatically willing to help. He was incapable of refusing a soul in need.

"Yes, fine, fine, but find my husband first!" She begged. "The stubborn old bastard doesn't know what's good for him, he'll freeze out there before coming back."