'Toth!' came a call from further along the wall. Striding down came Watch Sargent Vak, who's resplendent red beard just showed from beneath his dragon helm. "You're needed." the Sargent said, walking past the guardsman towards the guard tower. Toth fell into step two paces behind, holding in his questions for when the Sargent asked.
"Close the door." Vak said, and Toth did so. The barrack room was empty, but the Sargent looked it over quickly just to be sure as Toth stood to attention, looking to a point just above the Sargent's head.
"We have a situation." Vak Began, "The command has dispatched a healer to Brayerton on a secret mission. They were meant to assign a Guard but by the time one was ready the healer had already gone. Gods know what is going on, but as you're on smuggler detail you are already prepped for a hard ride, am I right."
"Yes Sir." Toth replied curtly. He had his travel bags and personal weaponry on standby in case the guard had to hunt down a fleeing smuggler at short notice.
"Good. Get to the stable, get a Horse, ride like you have harpies on you're arse and find that healer, then protect them. They got over a hour on you, so you need to move fast."
There was a pause "Well, what are you waiting for, get going!" the Sargent roared.
Toth gave a hurried salute (almost braining himself with his spear) and dashed off down the stairs, grabbing his large pack by the door along with several swords of varying length, knives and a repeater crossbow, all strapped to the pack. It weighted a ton, but it paid to be prepared.
He ran into the courtyard shouting to the grooms for a horse, and the standby animal was brought out. Shoving his spear into a thong on the back and strapping on his baggage Toth climbed into the Horse and gave it a kick in the ribs. The Beast leapt forward, trained to respond to a rider as promptly as possible.
In moments he was out of the garrison gate and galloping towards the main road, turning down the track towards Brayerton.
He really wished he'd worn gloves as he rode, the autumnal wind was biting as he sped down the narrow tracks that led to his destination.
He reached Brayerton two hours later, his horse almost dead and his backside feeling like he'd been beaten by a blacksmith. Handing his frothing horse to an innkeeper he paid a few silver slivers to have it taken care of, then asked around. Brayerton was a sleepy town, but one resident in the in said they had spotted a woman in healers robes heading east into the hills only an hour before.
Grabbing his pack (and clipping a stable-boy's ear for trying to steal one of his daggers) he buckled it on and set off after the hearer. He hoped he could find her, or the Sargent would have him on toast.