Sleeth, gathering a horse from the stable headed for the gates. This horse was part of a branch, and he could drop it off later without needing to return. It'd be a long trip and he wanted to head to another capital, if we road through the night likely he could make it to Portsmouth, it had been a long time and he fancied a drink. Port cities always had stronger drinks after all for the sailors. Though he enjoyed his pristine wines and fine ales he wanted something more rough on his travels. Being incapable of growing facial hair like elves took away some of the gruff look that they could get and he had none. He looked delicate, almost womanly if not for the cold intimidating eyes that gave him all of the manliness he would need.
 He trotted down the road towards the city that was so far. Nights without sleep would be no problem and he might be able to find an adventure or two.