Somewhere on the fringe of the Aeoldhearte forest...


Finnath sat astride her horse, Destrier, and gazed down at the at
rolling grasslands that marked the start of the Ammensi Plains. Her
eyes skillfully tracked a single black dot in the distance and she
laughed evilly. "Any minute now," she told her horse, and give him a
fond pat on his neck.

The black dot moved closer. Destrier stamped one hoof impatiently.
Finnath sat and chortled.

Finally, the black dot was within range. Finnath whooped at the top
of her lungs, and gave the horse a swift kick to the side. Destrier
leaped forward, seeming to fly as his hooves thundered across the
plains.

The black dot froze at the sounds of human and horse. For a moment,
it sat in total stupefication, than rolled away, picking up speed as
it flattened a path in the grass.

As the chase wore on, it seemed as though the black dot would
out-roll the massive charger. But, slowly, the horse and his rider
gained on the dot. Abrubtly, the dot stopped. Destrier whinnied and
leapt to one side, narrowly missing the big dot.

Finnath regained control of her horse, and guided it to a stop near
the dot. Dismounting, she stalked up to the big black dot, and gave
it a swift kick. "HEY!"

A single yellow eye opened in the otherwise dark bulk. "I'm sorry,
Mistress Finnath, but I can't let you in. Doctor's orders."

"You're doctor's a nutcase and he knows it. I want what I came for."

The eye sighed. "A moment please." It closed.

Finnath paced impatiently in front of the dot. Eventually the eye
opened again, and was followed by something resembling an arm, which
extended out towards her. "I believe this is what you came for?" It
opened its hand, revealing a small mirror in an intracitly carved
frame.

Finnath snatched it away and held the mirror up to her face. She let
out a low growl and handed it back. "That stupid wolf lied to me! I
don't have anything stuck in my teeth!" She stalked back over to
where Destrier stood. "I'm gonna turn that flea-bitten dog into a
rug!"

The eye watched as the Bard Wannabe rode away and sighed before
rolling off.

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