Mordred had some expectations for today, most of them involved stopping whatever plot the local criminals had in mind, he had been a big player those few years ago, he'd been a kid and full of the need to prove himself. Now a man in his early twenties and on the right side of the law...he still felt that need to prove himself, but this time there was a whole different reason behind it. Feeling the much smaller and softer hand of the lovely lady slide into his, Mordred carefully pulled her to her feet, she seemed out of it.<strong>" Whoa...you must have bumped your noggin pretty hard there.."</strong>Squinting as a stray beam of light flashed in eyes, he made a small negative noise.<strong>" No Miss, I'm afraid I haven't seen your friend..." </strong><br/><br/>If she had fallen off, there wasn't much he could do. He lightly placed a hand on her waist, helping to steady her as she fell against him.<strong>" Miss...you need to..."</strong>his words were cut off as the girl slumped against him, her eyes closing her, body going limp. Off all the things to happen to him, a pretty girl fainting in his arms was not one thing he would have expected.<strong>" Ah..damn.."</strong>Picking her up, he glanced around, then laid her gently on a bit of clothing and other such things that had been freed from someone's trunk.