You are walking by yourself to the Prancing Pony when someone bumps into you. You twisted your ankle and fell, the fall was much harder than you thought it would be. A strong hand assists you. You take it and look into the eyes of the stranger. "Do you need help walking?" he asks. "Yes. Would you mind helping me?" He puts an arm around your waist and takes you to the inn.
When you get there he rests you in a chair and elevates your leg. "Is it broken?" you ask, a little nervous that a stranger is helping you. "No, but maybe sprained." He puts some cloth on your ankle and tightens it for support. "Do you want to lie down?" he asks. "Yes. I think that that would help."
He carries to a room and lies you down. He starts to leave, and you tell him thanks you. He smiles at you and continues his way downstairs.
You woke up after a night of heavy sleeping. You try to move, but your ankle is so stiff that you can't. You think about the stranger that helped you last night and wonder if he is still here. As if to answer your thoughts, he enters in your room. "How did you sleep?" he asks. "Very well." you tell him, streching. "Good, maybe I can get you to your home...