You take her hand and promise she'll be safe as you make your way down the dark road. She looks over her shoulder repeatedly, occaisionally cringing. The town is farther than you thought and the cringes are coming more frequently but it's not until you're outside the town wall and she screams in pain that you realize it's not fear making her act this way. She's in labor and you have no clue what to do.

"Oh shit," you mumble as you look around. "Wait here, I'll get help." She doesn't understand a word you say and doubles over in pain as you run to the guards at the gate.

"Help!" you cry as you run up. "She's having a baby. We need a doctor or midwife or something!" The two guardsmen look at each and rub their eyes. "Wake up and get help!" you cry again and attempt to grab one's hand. They're faster than that and you find yourself face down in the dirt with your arms behind you. You yell in pain, that shoulder had only gone numb, it hadn't magically healed. A question is yelled at you that you don't understand.

"She needs help!" You cry again and try to motion in Gertrude's direction with your head.

"Do you speak English?" the other guard asks with heavily accented words.

"Yes! Yes!" you yell. "And she need hel..." The words are unfinished as a cloth gag is shoved in your move. One slams the butt of his dagger against you skull and you pass out.

Ouch