<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Daumantas<br/><strong>Professions:</strong>Bounty Hunter/Highwayman<br/><hr/><br/>Daumantas was the first to find her. He was the first to find most things on the road. Bandits, travellers, runaways, corpses. He came across them all. He was finishing his route, his bags light, or at least lighter then they had been. Rychlík was glad of that. He hadn't known it was a girl when he'd initially approached. He'd gone toward her, thinking she might be a fallen animal... and thus a welcome addition to dinner. However, no dinner today. He sighed as he approached. He didn't know her, but he'd come across others like her. Young girls travelling alone rarely had happy tales to tell. And in the end, more likely then not, he knew she'd end up heading back where she came from, willingly or not. If she was alive, and lived the night. Always a valid question.<br/><br/>Daumantas picked her up, and carefully laid her across Rychlík's flanks. It looked crude, a girl tossed over his horse, but the horse's warmth would do more for her then Daumantas ever could. He swung himself into the saddle, patting Rychlik's head, then tapping the horse on the flanks.<br/><br/>"Easy goes it girl. Lets keep the gait as steady as we can. Whoever she is, she needs a bumpy ride like a hole in the head."<br/><br/>The horse set off at a slow gentle trot. Rychlik could live up to her name, but generally she was a placid ride, and whoever the girl was, at least she wouldn't get bounced to badly as she lay on the horses back, one of Daumantas' hands holding her steady so she didn't fall as they rode toward the town...