The Count Issachar normally took long walks through the woods to clear his head of the political nonsense and subterfuge that was bound to happen around him on a daily basis, so today was the same as any other. He was dressed in commoners clothing with a tattered black cloak thrown over his garb to further heighten his appearance as a peasant. Though today Issac moved slightly off the beaten path and something caught his eye. In the light of the dawn the ;ghost' horses mane shined through the overgrowth just enough. This was the horse that many a men tried to capture to get a girls heart, and Issac was also the same. This time he would track it though. No traps. With careful scanning of his surroundings, The cloaked man followed the horse till it got to a clearing with a gentle stream flowing nearby. " So your thirsty?" Issac whispered to himself as he crouched and peered through the brush at the horse.