Along the roads covered in the shadows of the cliffside, a single courier trudged on, dressed in nomad's robes wielding nothing but a walking stick. He was already on a journey, delivering the orders of a local lord to a distant town. As he walked on, the sun rose above the cliffs, giving light to the road ahead, just enough light to reveal the unconscious body of the princess to the courier. The young man picked up his walking stick from the dirt and rushed to the body. He knelt down beside her and began to inspect her wounds. "There's no way I can treat all of these here." he said to himself. 

He looked around for any sort of shelter and noticed an old abandoned barn house off to the side of the road past what once was a field of grain, now only a large patch of dirt and dead plants. At least the well adjacent to the barn looked usable He gently picked up the princess, doing his best not to worsen any wounds, and began carrying her to shelter off the main road.