[Faragorn]

Faragorn decided that this conversation would last no longer. His journey would have to start now, no matter who threatened him. He removed himself from the conversation by standing up and heading out the door.

On the way out he noticed that a woman with a shadow black cloak had entered the room and seated herself next to the table they were sitting at. He wondered how much she had heard, but not caring he continued walking. Once more he passed Peony as he exited the door of the Inn.

Outside it was dull, with the damp clouds eager to pour down its rivers of water. The horses outside carefully watched him approach to a White Stallion. He opened the gate and released the horse. Faragorn grabbed the large leather sattle firmly as he got up on the back of the stallion. “Are you ready for another grand adventure, Silvermane?” The horse shook its head as if able to understand every word. “Then we shall ride!” - They were off once again.