Gerry could feel the January air against his skin as he road up towards the marketplace, his blue eyes scanning the area with great care. He was a quick-witted man and always thinking about his next move, he liked to take in his surroundings. He noticed the gathering as he reached the centre of the markets. Had something happened? “Hello there, could I have a moment of your time?” he said to a nearby person as he dismounted down from his horse. “Do you know what’s going on here?” he asked, nodding to the situation in the market. Since recent events, he spent a lot of the day riding, moving from place to place. He helped where he could and night was creeping in. It was getting colder outside. “Maybe I can help.”













