It's a rather welcome distraction to Thierry to saddle up Arion and escape the manor and the haunting events of the past week. Tucked heavily into his saddlebags are an official summons to the Lord Mayor's office, a lunch packed for him by Sister Xene, as well as ledgers and an old charter provided to him by Tamarie.
It's a cold but dry morning in late Kuthona (December) as the newly titled baronet heads out along the desolate byway that will carry him out of the outlying townships and into the city of Restov proper. The mighty Mareschal destrier has little trouble in trotting through the ankle deep snow dusting the ground. Few people are out on the road this early in the morning, though Thierry does catch sight of a handful of locals near their hovels either drawing water from wells, carrying feed to their barns or chopping firewood. The pensive young baronet continues along the path in silence until he is startled out of his revery by a woman's voice: "Am so sorry ta hear about yer father. He was a good man. I worked for him years ago afore I was married. Was always fair to us; Erastil bless his soul." The speaker is a bundled up older woman carrying a faggot of sticks upon her hunched shoulders and standing out of the way to the side of the path. Once she catches Thierry's eye, she offers the baronet a gentle smile and bobs her head a few times.
