His thoughts did not often stray down this path. It was one he had explored briefly as a younger man, but he had found the cost too great and the only treasure gained was more rules to abide by and more duties to be observed. Renaund considered himself a man recently freed from both and saw no point being owned by a new master so soon. Though, the journey ahead of him whispered eerie tales of wandering nights and lonely roads. He understood the temptation to believe in some higher being who would cover you with the light of protection, to have someone helping, a person to be there beside you as you stride into the unknown. Instead of making the trek alone.
The solitariness of this stranger's situation, touched Renaund. He felt compassion for his plight and wished he had the means to help the old man and his gentle mare continue their trip. Clearing his throat, Renaund offered to examine the injured mare and the aged traveler agreed with a wink of his twinkling blue eyes. So the soldier stepped forward and began to carefully examine the horse while its owner rested in the shade of the oak.