The sun was not even fully crossing the horizon and almost everyone was still asleep. But one mare was already up and getting prepared. It was Ermintrude, she was putting on her leather harness, making sure every buckle was well-adjusted and everything was in place. She would do it, check, and then feel the need to make some changes. The rumble of the metal pieces and leather being moved around finally awakened one of her traveling companions. A blue figure exited her tent and quietly walked ...