He'd just started to enjoy the walk despite himself, when the sound of crying caught his attention right before someone grabbed him. "Sir! Good sir! Won't you help me?"
Rath turned and caught the woman who stumbled into his space. "What's wrong, good miss?"
"My brother got angry and left me, and my ankle is in bad shape. I need to reach the city, but " She sniffled. "Would you be kind enough to help me?"
"Of course," Rath replied and reached into his pouch for a clean handkerchief. He handed it over. "Do you have any belongings?"