Reece had spent the last three weeks doing most of her travelling by night, and hiding out during daylight hours. She had seen no evidence of any pursuers, but one could never be too careful. She had no idea where she was, or where she was going.<br/><br/>As the morning sun began to break through the light fog, Reece contemplated her situation. She was going to have to find a place to call home, and soon. She needed to find a means to support herself. But first, she needed a bath, and some new clothes.<br/><br/>Astalder, her newfound horse, carried her at a slow walk. She was approaching a town. Outside the gate was a small crowd. It looked to be a caravan preparing to get under way. Riding most of the night, Reece was getting a bit tired. She was extremely conscious of her dirty clothes and her beautiful long brown hair was probably a mess.<br/><br/>As she surveyed the horses and wagons, she noticed a small group near a roadside fence. Some were sitting on the ground, but the bull caught her attention. She whispered to Astalder, "What kind of person rides around on a bull?"<br/><br/>She guides the horse towards the bull and its rider. Putting on her best smile, Reece approaches the bull, and addresses the rider.<br/>"A wonderful morning, is it not? That is a fine animal you have there!"