Brynhilde hugged her maid goodbye for now as she tucked a dagger into her boot, she walked into the stables to catch the young stablehand from that morning stroking the flanks of her horse with a brush. "Is he ready?", she asked him, startling the boy, he quickly turned around and Brynhilde could see his mind cast off the clothes she now wore. Remembering her naked body, it quickly vanished from his mind though as he nodded. "Let me get the saddle", he spoke quickly, saddling the horse for the young noblewoman. She mounted the tall and stately beast, it's black skin almost black as pitch. "Thank you", she spoke quickly to the youth as she rode off, the powerful destrier beneath her body churning up dirt as she rode towards the city of Baldur's Gate.<br/><br/>Slowing the horse to a trot she left it at one of the stables, horses were not permitted within the city with reason. The press of humanity made it hotter here, it was a warm summer day so there were many people selling their goods. Already Brynhilde saw several figures walking through the crowd, no doubt thieves of some sort. They moved with a careful grace and she made sure to avoid their 'attention', slowly the young woman maid her way to one of the taverns. She had moved among these 'adventurers' before but she did not like them, but still Mira's words did carry a certain wisdom to them. She strode in, casting a glance around the room as she moved to an empty table. It had been long since she last visited the Elfsong tavern.