[Quiet Man Cometh]

Dara hadn't expected to meet anyone on the coastal path she rode on now. There were bandits nearby, true-enough, and it would make sense for what few sane people where still around to be taking the more obscure routes along the water, but she hadn't truly expected to see someone, much less anyone who had apparently been on the upper roads only a moment before if his broken arm and bloody appearance were any indicator of what had happened. The man was no currently running for his life, so it was likely there were no persuing monsters around the corner.

She stepped of her horse, the animal plodding a little ways beyind her as she approached the individual trying to piece his arm back together. She held out one hand, hestiant at first approach. "Do you need any help?"