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Sorka reached the border town where they'd left the horses by nightfall. She paid for her stolen horse's keep and saddled it quickly, transferring the contents of her pack into the saddlebags. She fed Ghost an apple and paid the stableboy extra to take special care of Allysa's mare. Then she got him to give her a leg up and turned the horse in the direction of the Skyrim border and Riften.

As she crossed into Skyrim, she stopped the horse and turned it in a circle, gazing up into the night sky. She'd have sworn she heard the flapping of large wings.

"That bastard!  He's sent that gods damned bird after me!" She turned her gelding and kicked him into a lope. There was no help for it. If he got close enough, she'd sink an arrow into him and roast him for supper.