The two hooded figures come to a stop.

"There is a horse, Mistress," the slave says in her meek little voice.

"There is a horse," her mistress replies.

"Has someone broken in?"

"That is implied."

"Should we be worried?" Lounylynn worries.

"Why?"

"Someone has broken in."

Elswyth simply dismisses her concerns with a wave of her hand.

"I used to own a horse," she says as she approaches the animal, moving away from the panicked servant's questions. "Adol was her name."

A warmth presses against her side, a timid fox keeping behind her for safety.

"I didn't know that, my owner."

"That was a long time ago," she sighs.

"Oh."

"Someone has broken in, Lounylynn."

"Someone has broken in, Mistress."

Elswyth moves past the horse, her slave follows closely behind her. They come to the entrance of a cave. Unnatural square walls, the scars of pickaxe blows and the rotten remains of wooden supports.

An abandoned mineshaft, home for the pair.

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