After a wee rest I saddled up and headed the horse home to Harwick. I hoped I'd see Seoca who does a lot o' the trainin' there, the old whitebeard taught me a trick or two back when I were learnin' the ways of a war steed.
Headin' into the Wold meant I were proper heading North now, felt like I were halfway home.
It's a long hike across the Entwash and a lot of open ground to cover, so I decided to see about a horse.
As luck would have it, this chap Dudsig had a horse needed back to Harwick where they do a lot o' the training for these Mearas they calls 'em, so I'd have to ride a bit more than I'd wanted, but it'd get me well on my way to the Great River. Glad I did, there were a few gobbies prowlin' about in the long grass.
Brenin Crus