[color=f7941d] “Just a little bit more Aslan, just a little bit more and we will arrive.”[/color] Karen said to her horse and patted him on the head. It was already night and the temperatures had dropped drastically.  The woman wasn’t cold though, her clothing consisted mainly of furs, leathers and linen. Not to mention she had a good thick cloak with a hood that additionally protected her from the elements. The horse made what sounded like an angry sound, but continued to move forward. She was pushing the animal to it’s very limits ever since they left Southarbour. Her orders to move out north was unexpected, but she hardly minded it really. After all only the most insane people would join the suicidal mission and luckily she was one of them.[color=f7941d]”Hold it…”[/color] She said suddenly and pulled the reigns to stop the stallion from continuing forward. In the distance one could see the lights from the Cross Roads, with a smile she once again rushed the horse towards the lights.
  With tired sounds, her horse finally stopped in front of ‘The Kevil Arms’ inn. With a soft thud, she jumped from the horse on the ground. [color=f7941d]“Here, take care of him well. He deserved it.” [/color]Karen said to the boy responsible for the horses and threw him a coin as a reward.
 With her horse taken care of, the olive skinned woman, made her way into the inn. With strong move of her arm, she pushed away the wooden door and entered the building. It was a fine place, but somewhat empty at the moment. With a quick glance, the former assassin counted 14 people inside the spacious room: 13 men and a woman. The man and the woman that sat on a table together must be Lady Buxton and Sir Chester, the assassin concluded. The rest of the men were armed, but overall Karen expected greater numbers than this… Taking off her hood, she proceeded into the inn. She wasn’t sure how the people here would react to her being from a foreign lands, but to prove she was from the Vasili army, she bore the crest of the kingdom forged from steel on her shoulder, attached to her fur clohes. Normally such thing would be carried on the armor of the soldier, but as she used no metal armor to speak of, her commander made her have on the shoulder of her clothes. With seemingly weightless and confident walk, the exotic woman made her way to the table of her two new commanders.[color=f7941d]”Lady Buxton and Sir Chester, I presume?” [/color]She asked.[color=f7941d]” My name is Karen ibn Nahal. I was send over from Southarbour to join the Consano. My commander regrets he couldn’t send anyone else with me. Here is a letter of recommendation from my commander.”[/color]She said and pulled out a small envelope from her bag.[color=f7941d]”I served as advanced scout and infiltrator, my abilities and skills should already be described in the letter.” [/color]The assassin said with a smile. She personally was dying for a drink right now, but she still had just arrived.