She was shocked. It was the same man. He'd appeared out of nowhere twice in the space of an hour to save her life. If she'd been taken into that prison, she'd have died inside it. Of that, she was sure. This thug who'd attacked her in the middle of a crowded market was only the warning shot, and she knew it.<br/><br/>She couldn't stop them from taking her rescuer without putting herself in his place-- and that would be suicide. In her current state there was little she could do beside stand there, swaying in place as she watched them go. Glancing up at the sky, she noted that the sun was beginning its downward slide toward the horizon. Sunset wouldn't be long. She had a lot to do before it arrived. Turning, she hurried as fast as she could on wobbly legs and closed up her cart. She quickly stowed her merchandise, strapped everything down, then climbed into the driver's seat.<br/><br/>As always, she'd parked in a spot that would allow her to get out in a moment's notice should she need to-- and she needed to now. She snapped the reins and the horse hopped into motion, clopping his iron shoes against the cobblestones, heading toward the gate that led out of the city.<br/><br/>Silently, she thought toward the man who'd saved her,<span style="font-style: italic">I'll come back for you... I promise.</span>