(Skipping to the next day. Anyone wanting to come who hasn’t said so please post (Erkanis, ect. ect))

At the edge of the training field, Lana waited for her rescue party. The sun was just beginning to peak from behind the mountains. Today’s first rays silently crept over the camp. The Vritch’s mount was a tall, sturdy black mare named Anarel. All was prepared; at least for Lana. The wagon waited behind her, the horses held by their human groom, who would drive it. A few extra mounts had been tied to the back; including Lana’s other mare, a dark chestnut named Phoenix. She had stored her armor, glaive, and extra saddle inside the wagon. She wore simple dark breeches with a green tunic. A leather jerkin was over the tunic as well as leather arm guards. Once again, her white hair was pulled back into a long braid. Her sword, a long and slender weapon, was at her side. Several lock picks and strengthening potions were in the pouches at her belt. She was prepared as she would ever be. But heaven knows what lay ahead.