A portly man stood on a small stage shouting out the news of the day; the town crier. Sarik made his way through the small market, his axe resting his shoulder. "Hear ye! Hear ye! His Majesty, King Sevon of Tarna has asked for all able bodied people to attend his court in Mes'kem at the end of the month to convene a company to rescue his daughter, the Princess Nayoona!" [i]End of the month? That's only a week away![/i] Sarik thought. That would take him two days to reach the capital. He turned and walked over to the horse merchant. The woman stood with her back slumped against the door to the stable, her arms crossed over her chest. "Whatchu want?" she huffed. "A horse, a courser to be more specific. I need to be somewhere rather quickly." Sarik said. The woman looked him up and down and laughed. "You a warrior lad? Ah, you got the look of one, with your pretty mail and big axe. Aye, I got a courser. She's old, but still plenty fast. I'll sell her to ya for 100 gold." Sarik growled before taking his pouch off his belt and counted all he had before giving her 100 pieces. The woman took them with a evil smile. "Alright, she's all in there. A grey mare, can't miss her, because she's the only grey one in there. You can shove off now." Sarik went into the stable and found the horse. Already saddled, Sarik took her reins and led her out of the stable. Once he was out, he mounted her and snapped the reins. The horse took off at a surprisingly fast pace and he was on his way to the capital.