Magnus nodded, his suspicions confirmed. The man would be well known then, at least in this area for his work. That explained a lot. He was about to mention that he had only been here a short time, having moved from the cold North, when Galen tripped.
The moment Galen went down, Magnus had his knife out and sheathed it only seconds later, realizing the source of discontent. He started glumly at the pothole before kneeling at Galen\'s side. "Afraid I can\'t fight those. You alright?" He glanced at Galen\'s left arm, hoping it wasn\'t broken. He knew how much that would trouble the man\'s profession, and knew it was a painful process to heal from.
"Anything I can do?" He figured he could carry Galen, or find a cart, or even help him back to the inn. First though, it would be better to find out if he was alright or not. If he had hurt a leg or hip, then the problem would be worse. Hopefully, it was just the arm. The way he had landed, Magnus couldn\'t figure it out. At least, not enough to make a safe guess.