It'd been a few days of you hiding in the cellar while those scummy O'driscalls had taken over your house. You'd heard gunshots outside then suddenly it fell silent. After having the scare of your life by some degenerate tailing you for hoots, the men decide to bring you along with them. There's a storm brewing and the winter is harsh. A man wraps your blanket around you and helps you outside, then onto his horse.

"You alright, Miss?" He presses his chest to your back, trying to keep you warm as he begins to guide his horse away.