Stephanie groaned as she glared at the road ahead of her, her palms moist and hot from holding the leather reins of the horse all day as it meandered towards Valstand castle, towing her thankfully well-shaded wagon. Because she hauled a variety of goods, it was always important to have quality wagon covering in case of rain. Well, that and the fact that it was a good deal more comfortable than having the sun beat down on you all day. She quickly perked up, however, as she approached the castle, wanting to put on a nice face for her customers-to-be. She was a charmer, and her face had to be at maximum cuteness if she wanted to sell the numskulls crap they didn't need for twice what it was worth.

As she forced a sweet smile onto her face, however, she came upon quite the sight. A group of people, half of whom were drenched, parked by the riverside. Stephanie held her reins tight and pulled back, her horse slowing down as they approached. Surely they needed overpriced clothing or washrags or else they'd catch cold!

"Hail and well met," Stephanie called out, her horse coming to a stop aside the group, "I couldn't help but notice that some of your number are moistened. Well no more! I have clothing! I have washrags! All for a very reasonable-"

And then she noticed the Dullahan. An evil spirit by any measure, who are said to take the lives of travelers on the roadside. Oh, but Stephanie was too young and beautiful to be cut down so viciously in her prime! She shrieked, and jumped into the back of her wagon, scrounging around for a weapon as her horse, George, fed calmly on some nearby grass.