Cassandra climbed upon her steer hitching her rucksack around her waist, taking Patrick's reigns into her hands, snapping them tight and leading her caramel colored horse out of the back of the stable and down the dark dusty path that lead to the back exit of the castle grounds.

The path was familiar despite the darkness, its one she's taken many times before. Patrick's hooves beat down quickly on the dirt path that stretched down past the woods, winding down grassy hills till it gave way to the flat open land of the town.

small shacks and simple shops litter the simple little village. At this time of night the only thing alive is the pub, windows glowling and piano roaring out from inside. The princess slows her steed before slipping off of him and binding him to one of the many wooden poles in front of the pub.

"I won't be long." The girl tells the steed as she fluffs her now free flowing hair and heads inside the pub. It's dark enough here, the people are drunk enough here, that she is not easily recognized.