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Betan lit a small flame on the tip of his index finger. He brought it up to a branch silently, the fire spread a little, but nothing came of it. A hedging rose was the only fire resistant plant he could think of. The horrendous smell of blood seeped from the maze like the smell of fresh flowers. A neigh come from back where they had came from and Betan's white horse, covered in its own armor, came galloping towards him. Betan stopped it and calmed it down, "Now, how did you get in?" He asked silently, petting the mane. The horse's armor had been damaged a little from when he last saw it. It was clear the horse had been forced through involuntarily. The horse wasn't that big, quite a bit smaller and thinnerthan an average horse. The horse had been specially bred for missions that included cliffs and the need of space. The horse had a brown diamond on it snout, and the eastern coat of arms on its armor. Betan climbed on this ease, and there was clearly room at most, two other people. The horse wasn't called a hunting horse for nothing, its hoves were almost soundless and could fit in rather narrow space with ease. "This makes our lives easier, " Betan spoke, his horse ready as if nothing had happened. "It seems as if the Baron wanted to give us some transportation. If we follow a right, it may be logical, as the baron would have assumed we would, in a sixty six percent chance we would take it. But we can also, make our own path."