Twelve
Ride like the Wind
Summer 960 MC
The road had been long and tiring, but finally, the walls of Summersgate, the capital of Weldwyn came into view. Alric's horse was spent, the poor beast having given its all, and now, after two very long days, he rode through the gate. He had switched horses at countryside inns; ridden hard and worn out a slew of mounts, leaving his escort far behind. He halted at the gate entrance, dropping to the ground.
"Secure this mount," he said, "and call me another horse. I must get to the Dome as quickly as possible!"
The guards sprang into action, and within moments a fresh horse was brought. Alric took a swig from a proffered wineskin and then climbed back into the saddle, ready to ride across the city and finally finish his mission. Quickly he rode,
