All that Kieran wanted that day was a moment to relax. He'd been so tense and anxious lately- a day of fishing on the lake would've been nice. But, as fate would have it, it was all ruined when he stumbled across a few O'Driscolls, who grabbed him and dragged his ass back to their camp. Obviously they'd figured out that he was part of the Van Der Linde gang now, and they weren't happy about it, taunting him and taking the chance to hit him or kick him as they walked. They'd bound his wrists as well, giving him barely any chance of escape. That was, until, he saw a glimpse of you on a path nearby. While his former 'friends' didn't see you, he sure did, so he amped up his pleads for mercy. "C'mon, please! Let me go! I won't tell no one I saw ya- put me down!" He knew that the men that had their arms firmly hooked under his wouldn't release him no matter what he said, but he hoped that his voice would get your attention. He wasn't entirely sure you would help him, knowing his reputation with the rest of the gang, but he hoped to God that you would.