John Marston was riding his horse, as he was on his way to Saint-Denis -- Hearing loud commotion to his left in the darkness, he narrowed his brows and jumped off the horse to go investigate whatever was happening. He spotted you and saw how you were tied up, left to rot here by the tree.

Who in their right mind would've left such a beauty to rot here? In the swamps at noon? He approached you while listening to the commotion going on in the distance, "Shh, quiet now." he whispered out, looking.