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Outside the Inn, Mirian says her good byes to her Husband and her best friend. She feels better about Culpepers safety knowing that he will be traveling with Jonny. She points Bigor, her Ranger Horse, to the North.

King Langdor has ordered her to deliver Diplomatic messages to the Kingdom of Rothey, Dunberry's neighbor to the North. He is using the Messages as an excuse to keep her away from Jaffa for a while longer. There is a bounty on her head. 100 gold pieces alive, 75 dead. Thats a lot of gold for the common person. She already had a gang try to collect it. Thats why she is at Castle Ravenstone, She was sent here by her Guildmaster, Rudy.

She misses her husband already and wants to hurry this mission but knows there is no point. He will be at Everport City for two weeks, taking herbology classes during the day and the Mace/Buckler combinatin at night. It will take about four days to get to the Rothey Capital if she pushes it. Or about six or seven days if she takes her time.

Culpeper wil be gone for three to four weeks with travel time to and from the city. She shoud be gone about the same amount of time. She and Bigor are traveling the Plains between Dunberry and Rothey. This is one of the oldest roads in the Kingdoms. It is well patrolled by local Militias and Rangers. Mirian decides to take it slow and easy for the first day, enjoy the scenery and the ride. She has Bigor going at a steady lope all morning. As a Ranger horse he could do this all day if she asked. She never would unless she absolutely had to, still, its nice to know he could if he had to.

Not to far from the Castle she runs into her first patrol. She pulls up Bigor, greets the Calvary men. "HO, Sargent. all well on patrol this fine morning?" The ten men pull up in front of her, the Sargent answering. "Its a Quite day so far, thats how soldiers like it, Lady." She smiles back at him, 'he hasn't seen my Ranger emblem yet.' It almost as if thinking it made him suddenly spot it on her saddle. He quickly looks her up and down, spotting her broach, close to her throat. "My pardon Ranger, I didn't know who you were." Mirian sighs, shaking her head. She really wishes people wouldn't react that way. 'its like they are worried that I am going to run and tell the King they were acting human until they realized who I am.' "At ease Sargent there are no officers here. I just wanted to ask a couple questions. My normal patrol area is the Wayland Forest between Jaffa and Everport. I don't really know this area. I am heading to the Rothey Capital. Are there any good Inn's or villages between here and there?" The Sargent seems to relax a little bit, looks up in thought. "hmm? let me think. There is a large Village about a days ride up the road. They have a decent Inn. Otherwise, you will have to talk to the farmers along the way or camp out." She looks up the road deciding it will probably be a mostly camping trip. "Thank you Sargent. Has there been any unusual activates on this road recently? Anything I shoud be aware of or look into?" The Sargent looks at his men, most of who shake their heads. "No Ma'am, its usually pretty quite around these parts. This close to the Castle." She thanks the Sargent and his men.

she continues her journey North, not seeing anyone until close to dark. As the sun is starting to go down behind the trees and mountains, she sees in the distance, what appears to be merchant caravan trundling down the road. There are three wagons and ten men on horseback. By the looks of these men they are Gaurds. She kicks Bigor into a full gallop to catch up to the caravan.

As she gets closer to the Caravan, Three of the men break of to confront her. When they get close enough, they stop, she can see one of them is actually a woman. A big woman, but a woman. The woman says "Thats close enough to the wagons if you please. What can we do for you this fine eve?" Mirian pulls Bigor up to a stop. "I am the Ranger Mirian. Where are you folks heading to?" The woman, who appears to be in charge, first leans towards one of her men then leans towards the other. They whisper something in her ears, she sits up again. "Ranger? Thats some kind of Lawman? We are not fom around here?" With a little bit of surprise Mirian answers the other woman. "Yes, Rangers are a version of a Lawman," she gives a knowing smiling to the other woman, "or some kind of Lawwoman." The other woman smiles, nodding her acknowledgement. "Is there something we can do for you Ranger Lawwoman? Did we, or are we doing something wrong?" Mirian is starting to get curious about this womans accent, wonders where she hails from. "No, as far as I know you have done nothing wrong. I was just curius about your caravan. Where do you folks hail from?" The woman scowls at Mirian now, "We have business in Rothey. We have traveled for many weeks to get here, we have another week to go. We would really prefer to travel unbothered." Mirian is starting to get a bad feeling here. 'how did the Sargent and his men not now about this Caravan?' The two women look at each to see who blinks first. The Woman looks away first, "Lawmen, everywhere, in your business..." Mirian sits atop Bigor not moving. "We hail from the far side of Andor, the Andorian Capital. We are on a Diplomatic mission to their Capital. That is all I am free to say." Mirian continues to study the other woman, finally deciding there is nothing wrong here and she shouild move on, these people do not want to be bothered. "Very good folks. I will ride ahead, good luck in your travels and your mission. Mirian nudges Bigor to trot around the three Gaurds. As she does so the Gaurds swing their horses around keeping themselves between the Caravan and Mirian. As she rides by the wagons, she tries to look into the backs, then at the drivers. The Gaurds made it impossible to get a good look at anything. After getting a little past the Caravan she takes off and lope. Separating herself from the Caravan but not quickly. She sneaks peaks over her shoulders but doesn't see anythine noteworthy.

She rides until it is about dark, makes camp at the roadside. When she opens her pack to pull out her kit and supplies she finds a folded piece of paper on top. As she opens it a pressed rose falls out. She picks it up, smells it. "I miss you already," reads the paper. As she smells the rose again her face breaks out into a huge smile as a tear slides down her cheek. She looks up to the sky, "Thank you, Nomar for sending me this man." She carefully folds the rose back into the paper. She presses it to her heart, then her lips. She stands there for awhile, basking in the love she feels radiating from the paper. She lays the paper next to her pack as she pulls out food to heat in her kit. After setting a small fire she adds some Tack and Jerky. While the food is Hydrating she does Bigors evening care, telling him to go crop the grass. She eats then lays down for the night. She lays on her side, clutching Culpepers note and flower close to her chest.

She rises just as the sun is coming over the trees. As she gets Bigor some water and grain, she hears a rumbling coming towards her from the road. As she thought, it is the Caravan from Andor. When she finishes with Bigor she mounts up. Just as the Caravan comes into view she kicks Bigor into a lope. 'we will keep this pace until noonish, then walk for awhile. She notes that this part of the road is open for what looks like 'for ever.'

As she rides the road she periodically comes across men or families. Mostly, they are on foot, some have wagons or just A horse. Some have hand carts that they are either pushing or pulling. As she comes upon them, she stops to chat and check with them about the local area. As she rides upon a man she believes he looks like a Tinkerer. He is laden down by A backpack and several bags. "Ho, Tinker!" she calls out as she pulls Bigor up. "I Hope your travels goes well." He looks up to her, sees the Ranger Broach. "It goes well enough Ranger. Something I can do for you this fine morning." Mirian looks him up and down. He is a little dusty, otherwise his appearance is fairly well. Mirian dismounts, walks up to him. As she is walking towards him she pulls Culpepers note. Holding it up, "I am looking for something I can safely carry this in. Something light but strong." The tinker looks at the folded paper for a moment, takes his backpack off. He takes one of the bags tied around his waist, opens it, moves things around, pulls out a pouch on a thong. "Here ya go, Ranger. I think this should do the trick!" She takes it, puts the paper in it. It fits perfectly, The paper does not need to be folded again. With the thong she can wear it around her kneck. She puts it on over her head, tucks it into the top of her shirt. "Than you Tinker! you made this womans day! how much do I owe for this?" The Tinker thinks for a moment says, "would three coppers be to much?" Mirian reaches into her coin purse, pulls out a Silver piece, gives it to him. "Thank you so much! that piece of paper means a lot to me." She happily gives the Tinkerer a big hug, hops on Bigror and gallops away. She wants to be far ahead of the Caravan. The Tinkerer stands there shocked for a moment. He wonders to himself how he will explain this encounter...? 'I was walking down the road, minding my own business, when this Lady Ranger stops me asking for something to carry a piece of paper in. I suggested a three Copper Piece pouch, she gave me a Silver Piece. Then she gave me a hug, telling me how important the paper is to her. she hops on her Horse and rides away!' As he is putting his backpack back on he lets out a loud laugh. 'Yeah, people are going to believe a Lady Ranger gave me a hug over a pouch...' he continues his walk down the road.

When she is a good distance from the Tinkerer she pulls Bigor back to a lope. As she rides, she frequently touches the pouch hanging around her kneck. Each time she does her sprits rise. She rides the whole day seeing no one else. She stops a few times during the day to eat and give Bigor a rest. When the sun starts going down she again makes a small camp on the side of the road.

As usual, she rises early and is on her way. 'so far, so boring! I hope the whole trip isn't this boring! I know Rudy and the King are trying to keep me safe but this could bore me to death!" As the road stretches on and on forever in both directions, she periodically looks back to see where the Caravan is. She can see that it is several hours, maybe a half day, behing her. She is still curious about it but has no real reason to question them. She rides and rides until she comes upon a wagon with several men and women walking behind it. The men and women walk as couples, some with children. As she approaches them they all stop to greet her. "Greetings fellow traveler! Have you come to join us to learn about the word of Newmoir, god of the common people?" Asks the man driving the wagon. "No, I am A Dunberry Ranger traveling to Rothey. I just wanted to stop and see if all is well with your group." None of the group looks unhappy to find out she is a Ranger, in fact, some look down right curious about her. "We," He gestures to the men, women and children, "are on a pilgrimage to the Temple dedicated to Newmoir. Its about A days ride from the Border with Rothey. We are very excited. For all of us this will be the first visit to a Temple." He pauses for A moment then asks, "May I ask who you follow?" Mirian is familiar with most of the Dieties followed on Inland, knows that Nomar and Newmoir are friends and have been known to cooperate on issues. "I follow Nomar. Most Rangers do. She is a Nature Diety and we Rangers tend to spend a lot of time in Nature." The Man nods, "Yes, I am familiar with Nomar. She and Newmoir are friends and sometimes allies." The man looks up the road, then back to Mirian. "My apologies Ranger but we are eager to get to the Temple. Would you like to ride with us for awhile? we would be honored with your company." She looks to the sun, seeing that it will only be a couple more hours until the sun goes down. "I would like that," she replies. "The company would be nice. If it is alright, I will stay the night with your group then ride on at sunrise tomorrow." The mans smile is beaming as he replies, "That would be wonderful, by the way my name is Bendra, I am the local Priest of Newmoir." Mirian beams back, "My name is Mirian, I am A Ranger out of the Jaffa Ranger Guild. My normal patrol area is the Wayland forest between Jaffa and Everport."

Bendra gesture for the Pilgrims to form up. He flicks the reigns over the horses pulling the wagon, they lurch forward at A walk. Mirian maneuvers Bigor so that they are next to Bendra on his wagon. They chat about this and that until they the reach a cleared area on the road. This area appears to have been cleared for travelers to camp at.

There is a fire pit in the middle of the cleared area. Bendra gets into the back of the wagon and drops several logs out the back. A couple of the men move the logs to the fire pit. Bendra looks to Mirian with some amusement, "Mirian, I suspect you are a better fire starter than any of us, would you mind?" Mirian chuckles back in response, "I would be happy to." She goes to Bigor to retrieve her Flint kit and hatchet. Using her Hatchet she chips off some bark and wood chips from the logs. She arranges the bark and chips so that they will ignite. She goes into the field around the camp. She grabs up several hand fulls of the tall dry straw and grass. She places the straw and grass over the bark and chips. She strikes the Flint until the straw catches a spark. She carefully, gently blows on it until the bark and chips catch fire. While waiting for the bark and chips to fully catch fire, she chops up one of the logs into smaller pieces. She slowly adds it to the fire until she has a roaring fire going. The whole time bendra is watching her carefully, almost like he was taking notes. "My apologies for the close scrutiny Mirian. None of us are travelers, I was watching how you lit that fire because we have struggled with that. I believe I know what we have been doing wrong now. Thank you for that." Mirian, who is almost always happy to help, replies, "next time you are around A Ranger and need to learn A outside skill tell them. They will likely be happy to teach you. Just hope it isn't my friend Jonny!" Bendra looks concerned, "Why? is your friend Jonny mean?" Mirian bends over slapping her knees laughing, "mean? not at all. If you asked him to teach how to build a fire, he would do it happily, then he would go on to try and teach you ten other things you did not ask for. He loves to teach! The Ranger Academy has been trying to recruit him for a few years now. While he loves teaching, he love the adventure more." She stops, looking sad for a moment, Bendra catches the look. "Are you alright Mirian? Is something wrong with Jonny?" "No," replies Mirian, "Nothing wrong with Jonny." She goes on to tell this Priest about the bounty on her head, Culpeper training to be a Warrior, How they are traveling to Everport without her. She misses them. "My child, will you accept a blessing from Newmoir? You will feel better." Mirian knows Nomar allows blessings from friendly Dieties, accepts. "Kneel child, accept the Blessing of Newmoir." Mirian Kneels before Bendra, bowing her head. Bendra places one hand on the top of her head, the other hand takes hold of his holy symbol. "Newmoir, please bless this child of Nomar. Her heart is sad, her spirit is strong, bless her heart." Mirian feels the surge of energy go from his hand to her body. She feels refreshed, invigorated. "Thank you for that blessing Bendra. It has been a long time for me." "Of course my child. You wil be back with your husband and friend before you now it." He gives her a gentle smile and a pat on the arm. "Come meet the rest of our group."

As they walk around the camp Bendra introduces her to the families. When they reach one family Mirian sees a soon to be Man laying on blankets, sweating. She goes to his side and asks whats wrong with him. The woman who has been sitting at his side stands, "good eve Ranger, my son trubar, stepped on something a few days ago. It went thru his boot and cut him. It has gotten infected, we have tried to keep it clean, but its not helping." Mirian looks from the Mother to Trubar, "May I see the wound Trubar? I might be able to help." Trubar pushes the blanket aside, holds up his foot. Mirian sees a clear hole in the foot. It is draining a slightly green/yellow fluid, swollen with red straks starting to go up the foot and leg. Mirian knows a couple of healing spells but wonders if it is to late for her to try. Mirian looks between the Priest and the Mother, "I know some Healing spells. I wouild like to try if it is alright with the two of you." The Mother looks to the Priest. Bendra nods yes, "Yes Ranger, please try!" The Mother takes hold of Mirians hands, looking her in the eyes. Mirian knows by her look she also is worried about her son losing his foot.

Mirian kneels beside Trubar. She folds her hands into her lap, lowering her head, Praying. She places one hand on Trubars foot, close to the wound. With the other hand she takes hold of her holy symbol, holding it into the air. "Namor, Please Heal this son of your friend Newmoir." Those around her can see the energy building up in her as a pulsing glow. Once the glow is hard to look at, it realeses into the Trubar. Trubar lets out a gasp as he feels the healing energy entering his body. When the glow is gone Mirian almost collapses onto Trubar. Bendra and the Mother move forward to see if she is alright. She holds up a hand, "I am ok. I am going to call my Horse to me to get some bandages from from my supplies." She lets out a couple of short, sharp whistles. Bigor comes trotting right up to her. She holds a hand out to Bendra who takes it and help her stand. She wobbles on her feet for a moment, Bendra steadies her. "Mirian, That spell obviously took a lot out of you. You Healed the boys foot. Please sit and rest, we can take care of him fom here." Mirian shakes her head, saying in a croaky voice. "My spell cured the infection, but the wound is still there. I want to clean and wrap it now! Then I will rest. I will probally sleep thru the night. Bigor will stand gaurd over me." Bendra helps her stand while she goes thru her supplies. She gathers her Canteen, A clothe and a vial of healing ointment that Culpeper gave her. Obviusly exhausted she kneels beside Trubar again. She pours water over his leg from the knee down. She wets the clothe and washes his whole leg from the knee down, giving the bottom of his foot extra attention.

"Trubar, I am going to squeeze the bottom of your foot and your wound. I need to get the rest of the Pus out. I need you to stay as still as possible. Can you do that for me?" Trubar looks from her to his Mother and their Priest, back to her. "Yes ma'am, Ranger, ma'am." He lays back, preparing for the pain. She picks up his foot, places her hands to squeeze, looks to him. He takes a couple of deep breaths, nods. She squeezes as hard as she can, getting everything out. As she squeezes he lets out a loud yelp, then bites his lip. His mother Kneels beside him taking his hand, Bendra bows his head in Prayer to help with the pain. She is pleased with how little Pus actually came out of the wound. Nomar cleaned him out well! She cleans his foot then wraps it up in a clean clothe. "Bendra, can he ride on the wagon with you for the next couple days? it would be good if he stays off it as much as possible for a while." Bendra is radiating happines as he replies, "Of course Mirian. We will do whatever you suggest to help the young man." She turns to Trubar, "I am sorry Trubar but I cannot cast another spell right now. You are going to have to put up with the pain. It should ease by morning." Trubar looks at her and lets out a real laugh, "Ranger, ma'am, I was worried about losing my foot, maybe my leg. Your telling me the infection is gone? I have to deal with some pain for a few more hours? I am happy with the pain!" He holds a hand out to her, she takes it. "Thank you ma'am, I do not know what else to say. I don't believe anything else can be said." The Mother interupts at this time saying, "we do have a few coins, not..." Mirian holds her hand up stopping the woman. "I will not recieve payment. It is against Ranger practice to take money from those that we have helped. I am happy to have been able to help...." It is the Mothers turn to interupt, "Ranger! We must give you something. We can all see the toll casting that spell has taken on you." Mirian looks at the other woman seeing that she means it, she really wants to give me something. "Very well, we can do a trade. Do you now how to brush down a horse and comb out their mane and tail?" The woman looks at Bigor then back to Mirian, "Yes ma'am, I do." Mirian looks to Bigor, "Bigor," once the horse looks at her she points to the Mother, "Obey!" Turning back to the woman, "ok, in trade I am asking that you brush down and comb out my horse. A chore that I would normally do myself, but not tonight." The way the woman smiles at Mirian tells her she knows Mirian is giving her 'make work.'

Mirian goes to Bigor pulls out her bedding placing them on the ground. She then takes out Bigors grooming tools, hands them to the Mother. Picking up her bedding she goes a short distance away from Trubar, lays out her bedding.

Mirian had not noticed the crowd watching her until she laid down. She is used to it and is not concerned. She watches Bigor be groomed by the Mother. Most of the Children are also gathered around 'Bigor the Ranger horse.' Bigor is like a Dog when it comes to getting attention, he loves it! When the Mother is almost done brushing Bigor, another woman comes to Mirian with a bowl in her hands, "greetings Ranger, I have brought you some stew. Sorry, but we have no meat, so it is just vegetable stew. Mirian sits up, crossing her legs. She is famished, casting that healing spell really does take a lot out of her. Taking the bowl from the woman she thanks her. Mirian makes a gesture for the woman to sit at the end of her bedding. "My apologies, Ranger, I must get back to my family. I saw what you did and thought you might be hungry." Taking a bite of the stew, she nods her understanding. The woman returns to her family with Mirians appreciation. While she eats the vegetable stew she looks to Bigor and sees the Mother is now combing his mane. She gets the other womans attention, gestures for her to put the smaller children on Bigors back. Both women laugh as the Mother picks up a small child and puts her on Bigors back. The litle girl lets out a whoop of delight, pretends she is ridding Bigor somewhere. After A few minutes she brings the girl down and puts a little boy up. He whoops and waves his hands around. She places all the Children on his back until they all got a chance. Bigor loves the attention, stands still and lets them whoop and holler. The Mother keeps a roaming eye going from her son, to Mirian to Bigor, to the kids on Bigors back. She looks more like she is having a good time than doing a chore to pay off a debt. Mirian likes that, she really didn't want anything from the woman or her family for helping her son. 'It's what I do,' she says to herself.

Just as the Mother was finishing Bigors tail and the last child was taken off Bigors back a man and what looks like Trubar's twin, walk up to the woman. While they are talking she points to Mirian a few times. When they are done talking the three with Bigor right behind them, walks over to Mirian. Happily and with curiosity he talks to Mirian, "My wife tells me you are Ranger. She also tells me you casted a healing spell on our son. Casted it like you are a healer cleric. I don't know much about Ranger abilities but I didn't know you could cast spells, let alone healing spells. Thank you, thank you for saving our sons foot! My wife tells me all you are asking in return is a brushing and combing of your horse, is that right?" Mirian holds up a hand, chuckling, "whoa, let me catch up. Yes, I am A Ranger. Nomar has blessed a few Rangers with some Clerical abilities. I cannot really discuss them for security reasons, sorry, I hope you understand. I really do not want payment. She and your son offered me coins. Rangers do not take money fom those that we help. Only from the bad guys. She insisted some kind of payment had to be given. I normally brush and comb him every night. That spell wipes me out. I told her if she brushed and combed him we would call it even." The man looks to his wife, "you were right, that was busy work so she could say she made a trade with you." Mirian sighs, knowing he is going to argue that is not payment. "Wait. Before you argue with me, please understand, the Ranger Guild really does have a pratice of not taking money or payments from those that we help. That is what we are here for. We take and keep money from the bad guys when we catch them." The man looks between Mirian and his wife. "Ranger, we are A proud family and we pay our debts. You cannot save our sons foot and not expect payment." Mirian shakes her head, "Sir,, I cannot take payment. I apprecite the fact that you want to but my Guild does not allow it. Here is my thought. If doing Bigors care for the evening is not enough, then do this. The next time you find a stranger in the need of help, give it to them, then we will be even. Does that sound good?" The couple exchange A look, "I geuss it will have to be." replies the man. Mirian picks up the bowl that she ate from asking, "would it be possible to get another bowl of food? I m sorry to ask but that spell does take a lot out of me." The Mother takes the bowl, walks back to their camp area, fills the bowl, returns. Mirian devours the second bowl with appreciation. When she is done eating she looks to the young man, "are you and Trubars twin? you look a lot alike." The young man looks surprised at being addressed replies, "Yes ma'am, we are twins." His chest puffs up a little as he continues, "I am the older brother." His Mother and Father roll their eyes to the heavens as mirian tries not to laugh, he is so serious. "How would you like to do my Horse, Bigor, a favor?" The youngster looks to his parents then back to Mirian. "How can I do your horse a favor?" he asked cautiously. "Bigor is a big Dog at heart, he loves attention. Round up all the children here. put two to three children at a time on his back and lead Bigor out into the prairie. Trust me, he will be having a good time, he loves kids." She lowers her voice so that only this family can hear her, "it will be fun for the kids and a morale booster for the adults." He looks to his parents, as they nod, he boy takes off to round up the children in the camp.

When all the children are gathered up,, There are seven in all. The parents came over by Mirian along with the children. Trubars twin, Handlar, loads three children up onto Bigors back. Bigor stands still while watching the children being loaded up. Handlar starts walking into the Prairie with Bigor right behind him. The Children are all whooping and hollering as they walk out to the Prairie. Handlar walks them far, far into the Prairie before turning back. He unloads the kids, loads up the next three. This group is a little older, more dignified. They go for their ride trying to look like grown ups, the grown ups chuckle. When they come back, Handler unloads the Children. There is only one left for a ride. She is A very pretty girl, looking about the same age as the twins. Handlar gives her a boost up onto Bigors back. Mirian notices the Mother scowling and the Father smiling at this. 'Ahhh, young love!' The Father goes over to give his son A leg up behind the girl. As they ride away Mirian sees the Mother giving the Father a disapproving look. The father, still looking amused, "Oh come on Martha both of our boys want that girl. Accept it as A fact. What you need to be ready for is the boy who doesn't get her. Is the Brother bad? The girl? thats what we need to be ready for. Either way, that girl is coming into our amily." Mirian has enough wisdom to stay silent while being amused. Her own love is 'young.'

Handlar, kicks Bigor into a trot until he can no longer see the camp, then he slides off the horse. Bigor stops, looks at the young man. "Come marlitae, let us walk back to camp." The two Humans walk back to camp with Bigor right behind them. Upon there return Mirian announces, "My apologies people but I have to sleep. Thank you for entertaining Bigor, He really likes it, making us both happy. I am going to lie down now." She scoots herself down into a sleeping position, goes to sleep. While she is sleeping some folks sneak Bigor a couple apples and some grain meant for Bendras horses. The people here are almost as happy with Bigor as they are with Mirian. The Ranger and her horse did wonders for these people!

They wake in the morning ready to go. They all offer some food from their individual camps. Giving a little taste from each family. Mirian checks on Trubars foot one more time, telling everyone it looks better. "In a few days he will be dancing on that foot like nothing ever happened," she declares. His brother, Handlar, shouts out, "He was a bad dancer to start with, does this mean he will actually know how to dance now? " He asks. Everyone laughs, including, Trubar. "Only if Nomar and Newmoir decree it." Laughs Mirian. "While they are friends, Nomar and Newmoir, do not always agreee!" They all laugh with her, knowing it is true. Mirian wishes the Pilgrims well, Points North and rides away.

As she rides away, she touches the pouch around her kneck with the flower and note from Culpeper. As she rides she sighs reminding herself this is day three of her trip. It is going to take another three to four days to get to the Rothey Capital. It will still be at least a Month before she sees Culpeper.