Stephanie sighed, removing her vestment and grabbing a travelling cloak from the back. Aside from being really pretty, a vestment conveyed some affiliation with the church. She generally wore it to abjure brigands that had any faith or to get special treatment in town. She wasn't [i]actually[/i] clergy, of course, but all you needed were some pretty clothes to make everyone assume you were.

She wouldn't be wearing it for a while, though, due to how noticeable it was. A shame, but perhaps lucky in a sense. If the guards assumed she was with the church, they might misdirect some of their investigations or make false assumptions.

She donned the cloak and drew the hood over her head.

George let out a good-natured whinny in response to Steve's nudging, happy to have made a new friend, but quickly went back to attention when Stephanie grabbed the reigns. She expertly directed the horses further into the woods towards the nearby village, which locals called cleverly "th'village". She wasn't sure it was large enough to have an actual name.

"Well, Vert, I'm not even sure our wizard is still alive. Could you check on him? Because if he is dead, we might be able to move faster. That would be pretty great about now. And hey, if they find his body, they might assume the traitor took us hostage to get out of town and we murdered him when we found an opening. Might leave us alone even. Hmmm..."

Actually, that was sounding pretty good. But he [i]did[/i] kind of save them all. Well, she'd just have to wait and see.