Offer to help

"Speak quickly then," Rethdrian said, folding her arms across her chest and watching him severely. Just because she was going to help didn't mean she had to be bleeding heart about it.

"I am sorry to bother you," the young man said, bowing his head to her in an effort to get into her good graces. "I was supposed to be bringing a package to Priestess Tyranda, but while I was on my way here I was attacked." His head never came up to meet her gaze. From shame at letting down the priestess, no doubt.

"By what, harpies?" Rethdrian asked.

"Well..." the young man continued hesitantly.