The horse glares at you when you saddle it up and bring it out of the town. The guard ladies off on their posts, sipping tea and pretending to not be bored out of their minds. Barely even looking at you as you stroll on through the gate. When you get outside you notice the air drops temperature by a lot, out of the protective bubble and into the fall air. It would look like fall anywhere else but here, where all of the trees are hearty pines and still have their annoying sharp leaves.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, you find yourself on a horse going downhill, so things are all nice and dandy for now. Plenty of times on the road where the horse seems to looking to walk off a cliff edge, but quite doesn't do it. This goes on for the rest of the day, the horse inventing new ways to freak you out.