Ahh yes, the money. She appreciated that she didn’t have to ask for it. Typically if it wasn’t offered she waited to ask for it when she and her employer were just far enough outside a city to be an inconvenience to get back on their own, far enough also to be an unspoken threat. It was a trick she picked up from Big Jim and one she didn’t like to employ if she didn’t have to. Though for all that it was effective. 

She reached her hand out and scooped up the pouch, noting its weight with her palm as she slipped it into the front of her tunic. It felt heavy enough. She nodded her thanks and began to move with Honey through the crowd trusting in the gelding’s mostly placid nature to get them through with no incidents. 

“I rather thought we’d started last night.” She teased and then focused on getting them to the gate. It wasn’t too much of a trial, the city was still just waking up and it was as they passed through, unhindered by the guard that they saw the first of the farmer’s come to market with wagons full of produce to sell to the city folks. Harvest had been decent enough she saw, looking the wagons over with her limited experience as a lens. She nodded to one passing farmer and then pulled Honey over to the side and mounted him. The gelding let out a breath as if he’d been impatient and she felt a flick of his tail bat at her leg

Settling into her saddle she twisted towards Alexi. “Why don’t you set the pace? That way we’ll see what the horse and you can manage and plot our journey from that. Honey and I will keep up and keep our eyes open.”

She gestured down the road which was swallowed in the distance by a thick, dark forest that evoked images of dark tales and darker deeds, some of which might even be true.