Unaware of the frantic activity up ahead, Ser Mortimer smiled inside his helmet as another rumble of thunder cut the air. Wouldn't you know it, it'd be sure to rain any second. The cool wind of the summer storm picked up around him, making his hair stand on end as is crept mercilessly into every crack and joint of his armor. He stopped what he was singing in light of the circumstances, hummed a few bars and changed his verse to the Canticle of Trials.
"Maker, though the darkness comes upon me," he sang in his bemusement, "I shall embrace the light, I shall weather the storm. I shall endure. What you have created, no one can tear asunder."
As the last line burst from his lips, Mortimer came around a curve in the road just in time for his eyes to fall upon something entirely unexpected- a girl? There up ahead was a young woman, blonde, standing with her skirts whipping around her in the very center of the road, almost as though waiting for him. His voice faltered in surprise, and for a moment so did his step. It was a surreal thing to see, a young wisp of a girl like that alone on the road as banks of darkening clouds rolled ominously across the sky. He glanced to the wooded areas to either side of the road, looking for a cart or camp or even any sign of hidden bandits for whom she might be acting as the lure, but saw nothing at all.
"Ho there, girl," he called out to her as he approached, voice doubly muffled by his helm and the whistling of the wind. She didn't look like a robber, at any rate. But that was probably how they got you.