Melantha mutters a "whoa" to stop the horse from moving. He halts, snorting, as she dismounts. She grunts, her legs in faint pain from sitting on the saddle for so long. She looks around, the small but cozy-looking town drenched in morning sunlight. She tucks a blonde strand of hair behind her ear, tugging the reigns lightly to lead the horse into the stables. She halts at the entrance, arching a brow in surprise as she sees someone unfamiliar feeding a Shire horse a few stalls down.