[b]“1…2…3…Drink!”[/b]

Roars of inebriated men and woman alike exclaimed with flushed faces in the dimly lit space, clear signs of potent alcohol rushing through their system. These commoners surrounded a rounded wooden table damp with sticky liquor, two people hunched over the surface staring fiercely at one another locked in a crucial bet. A massively burly man held up a moistened mug to his lips covered over by a bristly onyx mustache, and began pouring the beverage into his vast mouth in haste. Surprisingly the other patron was a petite fire haired woman who held the same sized flagon in hand. A smug smirk crossing light peach tinted lips before she downed the ale in a matter of seconds before her massive counterpart. Abruptly standing to slam down the cup in self-satisfaction receiving enormous praise though they would forget her name soon enough. These little gambles Red took every so often did not add up fast enough or were not worthy enough to remember--it was all truly pathetic in hindsight.

The defeated lad slouched down in the seat hanging his head low before offering a gruff shake of hands to the victor. The woman in black slid the collection of meager winnings into a tiny hide pouch before stopping over to the bar keep. Stealthily her fingers flung over a coin into an empty cup near the man. Of course, she did not truly win without a bit of help. There were errands that needed to be seen to, especially today. Intoxication would pose trouble when riding a horse no doubt, not to mention possible motion sickness over rough terrain. Most of her refills had been highly watered down brew in thanks to the man behind the counter, and she paid her due before bustling out of the pub. 

Beside the establishment tied to a hitching post a horse nibbled on a patch of grass. After unknotting the rope she placed a boot into the stirrup to fling herself over with ease before flicking the reins and adding a slight command with her voice. This horse had a name unknown to her since it had been “borrowed” in the previous town. She had meant to think of one on the way but the magnificent midnight steed took direction without one just fine. Their destination not far from this location and within view once bypassing the modest hamlet buried within semi-cleared thickets. Hooves propelled toward the horizon galloping against the land toward some sort of shrine in the distance. With luck her future would change today...