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As a gentle breeze blew across the grassy hillside the clouds covering the sky parted, moonlight shining down on the white dragoness and her rider as she dismounted. Pressing a hand to the majestic creature's snout, Gwendolyn wrapped her free arm around it's neck in a loving embrace. Pressing her cheek against white scales Gwendolyn let out a soft sigh. "I will miss you so much Nyata but this is something I must do. I swear on my Dragon speech that I will call for help if it is needed." As if satisfied the dragoness nodded and pressed it's snout to Gwendolyn's face before turning and lifting itself to the sky with three flaps of it's wings.

Looking around Gwendolyn recognized the path that would lead her to the edge of Uzgal's land, where she knew her sturdiest horse and supplies waited for her a the inn they had been delivered to 3 days ago. It had taken two days to decide who would be entrusted on the mission and three more to convince her father to let her go, nevertheless she had made it and in speculation she grudgingly admitted that she hadn't lost much time.

About an hour later Gwendolyn reached the inn and immediatly gathered her supplies and left on horseback soon after. Her stallion, Night, was a large being, almost large enough to be considered a war horse, and had a pitch black coat covered in white specks like stars in the sky. As she rode off Gwendolyn only looked back once before truly leaving her country and heading off in the directing she had heard rumors of the General being in. Though the rumors had come from bounty hunters the information had been trusted due to the sum of money paid for it and the threat of death if they lied. Now, Gwendolyn rode fullspeed towards her mission and the Thahill General.