Helpful Citizen [Trond, Dram]
boarchasers replied to your post:
Trond wiggled his feet ineffectually. 'You're somebody who's going to face the wrath of the guard, is what you are if you don't help me out.'
“I’m going to face the wrath of the guard?” Dram repeated, and couldn’t help but let out a laugh. He leaned against a nearby fence post, just out of reach of the guard’s grasp.
“How do you plan on doling out wrath if you can’t even wriggle free of two wagons? Clearly the guards in Whiterun don’t have to pass any exams to be accepted - physical or mental.”
His opinion on the matter stated, the Dunmer pushed himself from his spot and made his way to the front of one of the wagons. After a quick search, he found the rocks holding the wheels in place, and he freed them with a few kicks. Once the way was clear, Dram pulled the wagon to himself, widening the gap for the portly guard, before he set the rocks back in their place so the wagons wouldn’t roll away.
