Fleance Ruith Banquo stumbled out of the underbrush and out from the cover of the trees. He hadn't realized how close he had actually been to civilization until he saw the houses of the village and the tall figure, who was a few yards away from him, picking some sort of fruit from a tree. The person caught a glimpse of him, but didn't run toward him like any sane person would probably do to help somebody who was hurt like he was. Instead, she shouted out to him:
"You need any help there?"
"Yes."
"Alright then!" She ran over and picked him up so effortlessly you would think that carrying people around was just part of her everyday routine. Fleance was brought inside a large house and dropped down onto a chair. The mysterious young woman didn't seem to intend to do anything much more to help him.
"You feel any better yet?"
"Not really."
"Well you should probably…" A man, around the same age that Caoim Banquo had been, entered the room. He walked up to the girl who was trying to help Fleance, and pushed her aside. Not violently, just assertively.
"What happened here?" he asked.
"This kid just ran out of the woods. I found him and carried him here."
"But what happened to him? How was he hurt?"
"No clue. Looks bad though." She turned to Fleance.
"What happened, kid?"
"I was attacked…with a knife. My father was killed, but I was able to escape…but they stabbed me in the side…I just barely got away." The man looked very concerned for the young boy, while the girl who had brought him here had a bored, vacant expression that told him that she dealt with cases like him all the time. The man sat down next to Fleance.
"What is your name?"
"Fleance Ruith, sir."
"You're going to be alright, Fleance." He turned to the girl. "Put him in the guest room. I'll bring you the medical kit." She picked him up again and took her to a smaller room with a bed. He was set down again as fell unconscious.
