Horse and rider would likely pass unremarked by most. Lorraine is tall enough and broad enough of shoulder to be easily mistaken for a man; and with her armor and the heavy leather vest that further conceals what little curves she does have, especially with her long black hair braided and wrapped around her head under her helm, it would take more than a casual glance to realise she's anything more than the green fighter she appears to be. A sword on her hip and a heavy shield resting across her shoulders completes the picture.<br/>Leather creaked a little under Lorraine's weight as she shifted in the saddle, looking over her shoulder just once. At this distance, the old castle seemed less like a half-ruined wreck and more like the home she remembered of old, wreathed in mist, morning sunlight just striking the upper battlements. She sighed, and straightened, tightening her legs to urge her horse into a lope. Kervin was good enough to suggest a few places to start, and point her in the appropriate direction for the nearest. Lorraine had never actually been to Starport - she'd been through Starport, of course, but that was hardly the same thing.<br/>