In the early hours of the morning, a hooded figure rides into town atop a unicorn. The mortal townsfolk give her no more mind than they do to most other visitors, and she makes her way to the nearest inn. Turning into the alley to the side of the inn, she disembarks, untacks the unicorn, and whispers a few words in its ear. The unicorn trots away quickly, and the figure indiscreetly makes her way further into town towards the palace.