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“Peasant.” Lucian called out to the man with a hard bellow so that his voice would carry, “Why are you near the door of Morr’s Garden and we might help you.”
“M-my cattle. I was-” The man gave a pained expression as he grabbed his chest, “I was getting home when… when lights danced before our eyes. They ran, one of them k-kicking me as they did.”
The man must have been a modestly wealthy peasant if he had Cattle, Lucian guessed, which was at odds with how dirty his clothing was. Those that could be described as Cattle Barons, for they took as much pride in their cattle as a Baron to his horses, had enough wealth to have holeless clothing. Lucian could count six holes just from being above the man.
“Are you asking for help wrangling them? I cannot give that for I am on a quest.” Lucian said rightfully. He wanted to give an apology for that yet the code prevented it. He was a noble and this man a serf, there was no reason he would help in such duties.
“I… I do not need such generosity.” The man said as he got to his knee, “C-can you take me home. I pray to Shallya that they meet me there.”
“Taking another body would not hurt, but I do not think this lad can take another body.” Adok said as he patted Truffles on the rear.
“Tyny do not sense any magic in the air…” Tyny said as he licked his eyes. There was a clear suspicion within his words at the fact for it went against the words of the person.
“Where is your home?” Lucian asked the stranger for a precious piece of information.
“It…” The man gave a small cough while holding his chest, “It is east my Lord. I live in Chambourcin, the last county before Bastonne.”
That would place this person, conveniently, close to where the shrine would be.
>Take him
>Leave him to rot
>Send another traveler to pick him up.