Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140925102931/@comment-3293219-20141001112527

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Casseth wandered the roads of Hjaalmarch, alone, on a powerfully built White Horse, that the Fighter's Guild in Anvil had provided her, to make sure that she was safe. The Dunmer was heavily wrapped up, despite the fact that it wasn't all that cold outside and she huddled up, riding up to the address that she was given by her guild master.

The Horse came to a sudden stop as it approached the Fighter's Guild's base of operations, allowing Casseth to hop off. Because of her height and stature, it was incredibly high up for her and she feared falling, several times, whilst on the road. Despite her tugging and flailing about as she unceromoniously descended off of the horse, the animal remained perfectly still as it was very well trained. It huffed a little, when she accidentally kicked him in his hind leg but otherwise didn't react to the Dunmer girl, that was slowly climbing off of it.

As her feet hit the floor, Casseth raised the bit of paper, with the map marker on it and then looked up to the Fort, this was the place. She strode, timidly, through the courtyard and eventually stopping an knocking at the front door.