The horse quickly cantered up the sloping hill to it's summit, the cloaked form on it's saddled back sighing in relief at finally spotting the town that was, at the very least, her temporary destination.  She shifted, reaching up one gloved hand to lightly scratch the horse behind it's ears before murmuring a soft command that sent the dark brown mount forward.  The several days on the road together had forged a reasonably strong bond, helped by their shared suffering of the rainstorms that had seemed to follow them.<br/><br/>As if on cue, Ravah Isis Tal'Eva's slim form bent over as she sneezed explosively, several more escaping her lips before she managed to regain control.<br/><br/><em>A cleric of the Lady can mend broken bones, cure the fiercest diseases, even return life where it has been taken . . . . but no spell for a common cold.</em>she thought glumly as she urged the horse further down the trail, sniffling softly as she wrapped her thick cloak more tightly around her.  Now on her third day outside the comforting embrace of the cloister that had served as her home for her entire life she had been cured of much of her romanticism about such epic journeys.  She hurt, she hadn't slept more than five hours a night, and the rations she had subsisted off of still left her stomach grumbling for each step of the almost a hundred miles she'd traveled.<br/><br/><em>But . . . . she was free.</em><br/><br/>A small smile played across her soft lips, warming her often severe looking face as her emerald eyes drank in the wonders of the world around her.  Even something as simple as the woodland creatures that darted between the thick trees that surrounded the trail that she descended down the sloping hill were a miracle, even if the thought of so much open world was a bit terrifying for a girl raised in the thick stone halls of Revisor Keep.<br/><br/>She knew technically she was in constant danger of attack or accident here in the 'wild', as testified by the heavy mace that hung at her hip beneath the cloak, but nothing could fully dampen her enthusiasm . . . . even a thrice Hells cursed cold.  She nudged the horse into a more aggressive gallop as with a light, silvery laugh, she darted down the path.<br/><br/><br/>- -- -- - -- -<br/><br/>It took barely an hour more to reach the town, and only a few minutes more to find the caravan she had been assigned to as a medic.  Hardly a glamorous assignment to start off her Journey, but one had to began somewhere . . .and to be honest, her heart fluttered enough at just being outside her home.  Face her with an orc, and she might just faint dead away!<br/><br/>Trotting down along the line of wagons, she grimaced.  It seemed that they were just about ready to depart, and such the slim cleric would have little if any time before she was once again on the road.  Her overly optimistic timetable had called for her to arrive two days earlier, but both weather and a thrown shoe that had required a substantial detour to fix had delayed her substantially.  A bath, a bed, and a hot meal would have to wait it seemed.<br/><br/>She approached a man that seemed to be directing the chaos with rapid instructions and, on occasion, loud bellows, slipping from the back of her horse and landing softly on the well churned ground.  Slipping the parchment from her pack that bore the seal of her Order she approached with a faint and shy smile.<br/><br/>"Ummm, sir . . ." she said as she held out the parchment "I believe I'm assigned to your caravan.  Where should I stow my belongings?"