She'd forgotten entirely - How was she supposed to get into a besieged city~? A soft hiss purred from Lone Wolf's lips - Her brow furrowing, as she contemplated the options before her~! To tell the truth, neither option looked *especially* tantalizing...Riding out into the open, however, was clear suicide. And she had no intention of trying to risk the river at this time of the year...<br/><br/>"Come on, boy," she murmured, patting the horse's neck - Spurring it to her left, towards the crumbling monuments that awaited. Perhaps the curse was just a legend...Wasn't it?<br/>