An injured man

As she traveled through the barren lands of the No Man's Land, expecting trouble around every corner, Ciri found someone who already encountered such trouble. An older man, completely pale laying down and leaning against a tree, holding his gut as red liquid pours through. Carefully she approached, observing the surrounding area, trying to find the culprits or anything dangerous. The man upon the sight of a horse raised his other arm as to beg for help.

" Please, bandits. They attacked my cart, stole everything. And they still had to... cut me open as well. " He coughed and trickles of blood were left on the sides of his mouth.

" Which way did these bandits go ? " Ciri asked as she was approaching with a cloth to cover the wound.

" There. " The man pointed slightly more to the north than where Ciri was headed. " Please. If you can, find them. There is a letter for my wife. She lives in Novigrad. Take it to her. Please. "

As Ciri held the wound on his belly, the man slowly turned his head and as the last breath escaped his mouth, his life was just another one taken by the hostile environments of this land. Ciri closed his eyes out of respect, then returned to her horse. She could try to follow the cart's tracks and find the bandits or completely evade the place and save herself the trouble.