Arnaud road his horse through the thick forest, the trail he was was on is uneven, rocky, barely even a trail. But it was still somehow familiar to him, every bump or turn felt like he knew wherever this trail leads, he did, vaguely "I'm almost there, I know it... I think." Arnaud said, resting his hand on the handle of his saber, then putting both hands on the reins, he nudged his horse a little faster