‘Til now, Analise had driven the carts.  At the sign of orcs in the ghost town up ahead, the feminine warrior donned her open faced helmet, then gave a whistle.<br/><br/>There was a shimmer down the road behind them.  A gleaming war stallion with a regal black coat, white socks, and a white star, saddled for battle with a lance at the ready, trotted up beside her.  She switched to the saddle.  “I need to be ready for trouble,” she explained.  “Perhaps we should send ahead scouts?  Or perhaps a few riders can go a little ways ahead and lure out trouble?”<br/>