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Once lunch was over, Gavin, Vernon, and I walked out of the restaurant. To my surprise, there were three horses waiting for us.
"We have to go out of town," Vernon said, mounting on his own. "The guild has been kind enough to provide a mount for you as well."
"I don't need a horse," I objected. "I could shift and carry both of you. I'm faster."
Vernon wrinkled his nose. "I'd rather not be exposed to your nakedness, Your Highness."
Ok, then. Horse it is.
Gavin took the horse on Vernon's right, a black Friesian, so I went to the one on the left, a wonderful sorrel named Zephyr. I didn't have much riding experience - and that became blatantly obvious when I climbed into the saddle all but effortlessly. At least Gavin and Vernon were kind enough not to point it out to me, alth
