The news was well received to her ears; the Eight of Cups proving true already. She would have an audience with this hermit. Well, at that point anything was better than nothing. She had expected things to be in flame and villages destroyed by the might of the dragon and instead she was getting whispers.<br/><br/>They had set out that morning for the mountains, looking for the one another patron of the tavern had named to her Pigeon and his hermit friend. She had half a mind to think this was a trap and she walking right into it with her knights. That seemed to be their train of thought as well.<br/><br/>The weather wasn't helping. Grey clouds were covering the sky and the air became chillier as they travel further into the mountains.  At noon, or what they guessed was noon, they stopped beneath a large tree for a lunch and to let the horses rest for a time. The terrain was becoming rockier and some of the knights grumbled about having to leave them behind at some point if it continued to worsen.<br/><br/>They becoming more and more disheartened in their quest and she could hear them whispering about her lack of sanity. The moment they started, Vidalia would give them a look that gave them shivers even they didn't see it; they knew though when she was watching. They would quiet quickly after.<br/><br/>((OoC: I have no idea where I'm going with this post anymore.....D:))