The beauty of the gates wasn't lost on Talia, but she would better appreciate them when her eyes are not trying to draw close with out her conscious will. She willingly gives up her bow and arrows, accustomed to having to do so. She gives Ahazl, the pure white stallion that had carried her so faithful one last pat on the neck before he's lead away towards the stables.<br/><br/>She is lead to a spacious room with a good collection of furniture and a small divided section for washing. There's already a steaming bowl of water along with a wash cloth, soap and some soft looking towels on the near by counter. She scrubs down her her hair, face and arms before toweling off. She retrieves a comfortable loose sleeping tunic before climbing in the four poster bed. After roughing it for so long, the feather mattress is a bit of shock. None the less, she is asleep almost instantly.<br/><br/>She rises early the next morning, just as the sun is peeking over the horizon. Yet again there's a bowl of hot water and other supplies. She brushes and braids her hair out after getting dressed in a simple dress and a pair of leather knee high boots. She tops the outfit off with a simple green scarf to prevent her ears from being seen. She steps out the door, catching a passing servant. "When ever the lord of the house is ready, I shall meet with him."