The beaten gates of the town stood wide open, and the tassle of people bustling in and out of town awed her. Growing up in the woods with only her family and friends, so many people were fascinating.
She stopped and read the sign with a smile "traveler beware thy purse, thy neck and thy trust" Dogdon was known to be full of thieves and asassins, many guilds were dominate, and if not for having to meet her uncle, she would never have come to such a disdainful place.

She expertly slid off her horse just outside of the gates, and putting all her belongings in her back, she tied it tightly to the saddle, making sure her scimatar was near quick grip and pulling up her hood to cover her uncommon beauty she approached the tall gates. Nobody barely glanced at her, and only one of the guards eyed her, paying a bit more attention to the magnificent dun than her, and she smiled at the distraction. Her soft hazel eyes quickly absorbing all she could see...