Sher helped her up as she spoke and started leading her towards his mare. He sighed heavily, “I know, look, I hate the guy too, but I don’t have a choice. If I don’t take you to him he’ll kill me. Sucky though my life is I do still want to be living it. You seem alright and I hate hurting woman as a rule, but no offense my life means a lot more to me then your politics.”<br/><br/>Sher said and without another word started to help her up onto his mare swinging up behind her so that he could hold the rains around her and keep her from falling off. With her hands tied in front of her it was treacherous going to travel by horseback without any way to hold on. The least he could do was keep her from falling off.<br/><br/>He got the mare moving at a slow pace before he spoke to her again in a soft voice. He didn’t want to go too fast. “I’ll do what I can to make this comfortable for you, but I don’t have a choice. I have to take you to him. What you do once your there is really up to you.”<br/><br/>It’s not that Sher didn’t care what happened to her. It was that he didn’t know her at all. What was he suppose to do? Risk his life and family for a stranger who didn’t know him and didn’t give a good god damned about him? She didn’t even know him how was she suppose to care. The aristocracy never had cared for him so really what the hell was he suppose to do. Risk his life? For a stranger? For an aristo? Yah not gunna happen.