Not good, not fine, not at all...

Why him?

Alexi shrank shivering upon the saddle of his horse, hands clutching desperately to the reigns as if he might snap his mount to a gallop at any instant. He should do just that, actually. Just go, just flee. He knew the maps in his mind's eye, he knew roughly where he should be now. It wouldn't be hard, right? Find a fork and take it, lose these thugs amidst winding paths. He could get out of it in the end, probably.

As long as they didn't have anyone else waiting for him.

That thought wasn't helping, the scribe staring wide-eyed and jittery at those who had him and Katherine surrounded. A lot- too many, how was one person supposed to deal with this many? She could fight, he'd seen that, but that was against a few.

So what should they do? Give over his papers? He needed them! Avantshire needed them! Even if people believed he was robbed -not a tall tale- what reputation would he have afterwards? If he couldn't complete tasks like this, who would call on him for anything of import? He wouldn't be able to travel- he'd likely have to ask to join the church fully, becoming a scribe of the lord to waste his sight away with no chance of changing his fortune.

Not the worst outcome... really... but still...

"W-what do you people even want with these!?" His voice was shaking, rising. Not a good sign, but he was having trouble controlling much of anything right now. Eyes darted about the gathered assailants, looking for anything like a whole he could spur his mount through. Katherine had said 'run' before, could he still do that? And make it do Avantshire?

He risked a panicked glance over to his escort. This was a situation she should be able to deal with, one way or another, right? What did she plan on doing? [i]What did she want him to do?[/i]