he had quickly cared to pack several items of importance in her little bag. Keeping to silence in the night, she swiftly packed some food and grain and a map for herself and her horse. Some extra clothing including an extra divided dress for riding and a bag of coins which went in as well. Then grabbing her Elven made sword, she sheathed it. Several words glowed gently as Arya did so and thus she unconsciously read them aloud in her mind. ‘I was forged from eternal fire. Made to do magic. Made to do what the Willer wills. I am Belinder.’ A quiet chuckle escaped from the elf’s mouth. “To do what the Willer wills” was rather an overstatement. The sword could not bring her to what she wished for…She sighed, setting Nyevwn’s necklace over her head. Hooding her silken green cloak over her head, Arya softly sauntered with some hasty grace to the stables to find her white steed, Fireling, in the heavy darkness of the forest night. Silence overwrought the air as she gently stroked her mare and mounted Fireling to ride into the shady starlit night. They sprinted away, allowing the wind to brush past Arya’s hood and onto her face. It was a chilly midnight and she was several leagues away from the city of Merahill. She would arrive just at the break of dawn if everything went well and no one missed her in the elven community. Silence and loneliness had always been her friend and it still was to this day. The innkeeper of the Merry Hillock’s Tavern with his slightly protruding stomach and pink colored chubby cheeks looked up to see a stranger cloaked, face hidden. It was an unusual site but nothing to stir his curiosity. Lately, business had become dangerous in Merahill. People who had slippery tongues and often got themselves into trouble easily disappeared over the night. Other times it was worse. Keeping to himself, the innkeeper, Brel, greeted his customer with a hint of cheer. “Umm…good morning! How may I help you, sir?? I believe you won’t be needing a room this early in the morning. After all we’re a full house. You’ll have to come back later if you wish for one.” The stranger replied quiet coldly with little emotion. “No room will be necessary at the moment, but, please, do leave your best room for tonight. I will surely return.” “Of course, sir. That will be three silver pennies then. After all, we are the best around here.” An exact amount of four slid across the wooden counter towards Brel who grinned slyly as if the expression was fixed onto his face. “And thank you for your kind generosity, sir.” The innkeeper bowed as he watched the stranger walk towards the door to leave. After letting the door shut behind the stranger, the cloaked outsider pulled back her hood gradually for several moments to reveal her true identity. An Elven lady. Then after mounting Fireling, she once again drew her cloak’s hood up and rode into the crowd of people buying and selling and haggling away on items and food. It was a busy morning. A busy start to the day. A busy wake up call to those who still slept in their comfortable beds. A busy morning that was nothing else but busy. A busy sunrise especially for the lady on the back of her white war steed. To busyness the day ahead was to be and so everyone scrambled and scurried along on the road minding their personal business to their own satisfaction and curiosity.