[Yshania]

A couple of hours passed and she found found herself standing on the southern banks of Lake Esmel, from where the river continued its journey north and then east. A light snack of bread and cold meat and she had determined her route: to abandon the river, and head directly east across the bandit country towards the shelter of Shilmista. If they were to make any progress undercover of the night, they must make haste now. She closed her eyes and concentrated as Githras body shifted before her, becoming almost ghostly before exploding into a million black atoms and swarming purposefully towards the black onyx ring adorning the hand of his mistress, now held aloft in silent command.

"Rest now, Githra" she whispered and with that she slung her pack across Pridwens back, the mare nickering her response as Yshania climbed into the saddle. Pridwen stamped and circled for a minute, and then they hit the plains at a gallop - the Gods willing, Yshania hoped they could reach Shilmista by the following night.