Cat pushed her plate away and downed the last of the ale with a satisfied sigh.  Not only might it be her last real meal for a while, it was an excellent one.  “You do set a good table, Frederic.”<br/><br/>“I’d like to think they don’t know what I look like, but I thought you didn’t know about all my activities either.  If you could find out, then they might, too.”  Laughing heartedly at the thought of a Drow cave under an outhouse, “That’s one entrance I’d stay back from and use the longbow, definitely.”<br/><br/>Picking up her pack and following him, she entered the stables inhaling the smell of sweet hay and leather.  There was no scent quite like a well-kept horse barn.  She found Garnet already saddled and spent some time tying on her pack and double-checking all the harness.  Lifting his feet, she was impressed once again with Maryanne’s skill with a horse.  She held out her hand with a small carrot and whispered in his ear, “Time to go again, boy.”<br/><br/>Turning to Frederic, she hugged him impulsively.  “I’ll be back and there will be far fewer Drow in the world if I have my way.”  She mounted Garnet and swung his head around to take him out the back way.<br/>