To say it had been a long morning for Ora would be an understatement. The tawny-skinned woman stumbles towards the gate, looking worse for wear; her loincloth is torn up and she has visible cuts and bruises. She looks exhausted and as she approaches the guards will see just how rattled she looks. She seems to be in her early twenties but looks as frightened as a child. Once she speaks it becomes clear why.<br/><br/>"Please... help me." Her accent is a bit different from the local dialect, indicating she's from some distance away. "My caravan, we were attacked. I... don't think anyone else made it."<br/><br/>Perhaps rumors have gotten around about the travelers bringing their wares from village to village. Perhaps not. It seems that only one of their number has reached Genkysou.