-- Summary --
The story begins with Sabel, who is locked away inside of a barrel on a smuggling ship. As the ship docks, the sudden jar against the dock causes the barrel to flip over and smash on the deck. Sabel is released, but unfortunately the smuggling crew, pirates, all know she's snuck on board now. As they swarm to try and grab Sabel, she tries to escape -- She's stabbed in the leg in order to be stopped, and promptly, thrown overboard.
Caspin, not really caring to do so, jumps in after Sabel and rescues her. Only after he does so does he realize the trouble she caused, which he's now involved in, as the pirates swarm off the ship to try and finish her before she tells everyone what they plainly are. The towns people begin to gather into a crowd at the commotion, at which time Caspin tries to make his escape, by horse. Sabel, seeing a riot break out behind her, knows she'll be dead if she stays, so she pursues Caspin in an attempt to get a simple ride out of town.
-- Recap --
He would give a sigh, his fingers working on a leather strap to tighten his saddle bag before looking behind to see the woman limping across the rocky road. He gave a grim look as he watched her draw closer through the storm, as she would reach him he would have held his hand up stopping her from saying anything, or atleast that was the hope. "Here I was hoping that my deed would not be followed up." He mutters to himself before adressing her. "Why do you wish to come with me?"
"Because I have all of about five minutes before a riot breaks out here -- And if I'm still here and those three are alive to point me out, I'm going to be killed on the spot regardless of how many people are here, and I need to be gone by then." She panted quietly, expression momentarily grimacing as pain continued to spike through her left side--leg, really, "And also, I'll pay you..." She paused, then, expression falling into something like a pathetic begging nature, beneath a curtain of soaked, ebon bangs, "And... I need help." Of course, she hoped that would be reason enough, because she couldn't stay standing much longer, and the riot was just starting to break out behind her, as pirates filtered out of the lower deck of the ship.
Would have mounted his horse while she was pleading to him, his foots were in the stirrups and hands clenched around his reins tighting. He looked down at her for a moment not really wanting to be the 'kind natured' type of person but the thought of a few extra coin in his pockets was nice. "Fine but you are walking, I am not a texi service." He would say coldly before tugging on his reins lightly and it would tug on the horses head leading it down the road. He gives a look back at her arching a brow "Coming?" He would question once before keeping on his path through the storm.
"What?!" She barked, clearly having expected to be able to ride-- With a quick pant, she glances over her shoulder, spying the riot breaking out in full fervor right then and there. Turning her gaze back to him, she swallows thickly, before throwing a partially bloodied hand up to him, all fingers splayed out. "Five gold!" She noted, which was actually quite a lot for something as simple as a ride, "Five gold if you let me ride, because as you can see, hell is breaking loose behind us, and I've been stabbed." Being kind natured? Nothing to speak of. She limped after him as best she could, which really wasn't that well.
He would look back to her with a sly smirk before saying "Six," he kept on his way not stoping to talk. "I could raise it higher, I am not trying to be some hero here." He looks up slightly so that the water collect in his hat would pool to the back and slide off. "Make your mind quickly before I get bored, I wish to get out of this rain and change my cloths soon."
"Fucking ten, just get me out of here without it entailing me bleeding out, you--" She gave a sharp grunt after that, of course, to keep herself from calling him something nasty--though the list went on and on in her head--and to avoid losing her ride--and life--in doing so. Really, this guy was turning out to be some cheap bastard. But it wasn't as if she had much of a choice, given the pirates were plowing past the villagers and straight toward the pair, now. Sabel reached his horse once more, shooting him a poison-filled glare as she began hauling herself up, with or without his help. He would have to be a retard, or insane, to refuse a ten gold offer for a ride.