The young woman had decided to go to a village. She doesn't have business there, but neither does she back in the forest. The sound of hooves of her horse, Delduwath, pound on the dirt road that people see as a street. It smells like plague if you'd ask Morrighan. Although, it isn't as bad as in the cities. Deceases traveled fast across these lands, she knew. She glances at the piles of waste that lay all over the village. Morrighan takes a piece of cloth out of her bag and covers her mouth with it. If there was something she didn't like it was this smell. She makes her horse go to the smith where her armor gets repaired. It wasn't very necessary, but you never know what happens.<br/><br/>The sun is already setting as she gallops along the treeline. Making her way to the cabin where she had been staying for several days. She will soon be going back to her group again, besides if something happens that might be important. Or if she'll get another errand or  contract which she has to finish. As she gallops she leaves a trail of dust behind her. It has been a rather warm and dry day. It is soon that she arrives at the cabin.