Why do people spend so much time talking for minutes that could be said in a single sentence? It had always baffled Katrina as to why they did, your name and your skills that was all a employer needed to know.   Well she was hired by the bard’s reply and she needed a horse that was evident. Katrina nodded as Rain told them where to meet that night.<br/><br/>This merchant was exasperating and finally Katrina had reached the boiling point. Pinning the merchant to the stable wall with her hand at this throat she said softly. “I do not want a ladies horse that is meek and I can feed apples too. Nor do I want a war-horse that I can fight from. Are you blind?” She gestured with her free hand at the long bow, “You ever see any one use a Long Bow on horseback, no, guess not. I want a horse that is used to combat, that I can ride, get off drop the reins and it stays put whilst I fight. Now do you have one?”<br/><br/>It was a rangy dun colored horse, not pretty but the merchant swore it met her requirements. It had better for the amount of coin it cost her. Katrina smiled as she got off the horse, if he had cheated her well fire arrows and a loft full of hay mixed rather too well.<br/><br/>Inside the Den she went over to the bar and got a tankard of foaming ale. Taking a good swig she looked around and then walked over to the table covered with maps. Putting the tankard down on the table she sat and looked across at the woman sat there. “You are Oraldin, Enchanter, I am Katrina, Archer, we met this afternoon.”<br/>