If there is one thing to be said for that old nag, it's that she is rather easy to follow, but terribly difficult to catch. I have been on the road for some time now, and in every burgh, borough and township, someone has a story to tell of some boisterous giant with a cordial mien and a spirited name who rolled through town one day. And yet, and yet, I have not met with the legend herself, alas.

It would appear my dark mare is keeping strange company of late—warriors and priests and their ilk—strange company indeed, but I have no doubt it is she. Or, at least, what doubts I have are allayed by what I have heard while following her trail. She has an unmistakable air about her, after all, even second hand.

Watch your back, my love, for I draw near.