<span style="font-weight: bold">Eowyn</span><br/><br/>"Clear a path!" I call, turning towards the sound of the scream. As a route clears, I speed, first trotting, then beginning to canter, hooves clattering on the cobblestones. A woman stumbles in front of me, and I leap into a jump that sends me sailing across her back. I don't know what the danger is, but I'm willing to face it.