It was logic, of a sort... She found herself in a narrow tunnel that wasn't quite as well decorated as the opulent area she'd left, but was nonetheless a well travelled corridor. Not right now, though, since she didn't meet much of anyone... Not til the tunnel started curving downward, and cold air met her face, and she decided - with an irritated clicking of her tongue! - that she was best off in the other tunnel.<br/><br/>She switched to the other door, and met a butler soon enough who smiled and waved her along, reminding her of her path before bustling off rapidly. This time her feet knew no wrong, and she marched quickly - around some practicing archers in the second courtyard, though not nearly so impressive - to the stables. These were not the King's stables, of course, but there were fine beasts grazing in a paddock and the tack on show was mostly polished and well made. A couple of stablehands milled around, one clearly more important than the others.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>