The priest hoisted himself up to his jet black horse, and sat comfortably in the seat. He patted the horse's head softly and the horse made a pleasant noise in return. Raven turned his head to look at Alistair and nodded. "Yes, that would be very great if it doesn't rain. 30 days, indeed a short time so we shouldn't waste any seconds." He pulled the leash loosely and the black horse walked towards the gate.

"Your majesty, please." He gestured to the gate as his horse stepped aside to make a way for the young King. "I will be right behind you." He offered with his head slightly bowed. He could never, ever raised his head in a disrespectful manner against Alistair, even though they knew each other for quite a long time. He's still Raven's Prince and King, and that fact will never change.

The horses walked on the solid ground that leads to the southern areas. He remember few of the guards told him about vicious beast that lurks around the forest at night. They probably need to pass the forest before twilight, to avoid any unnecessary combat with wild animals, or maybe, thiefs. The road her, or everywhere wasn't completely safe. It's all depends on their luck, and their capability to manage their traveling time.