Traveling went on just as expected.
The thick, wet snow that had fallen overnight had long since froze and made for a heavy layer on the ground that the horses crunched through as they ran forward. For a long while, that was the only noise to be heard.
The apprentice and knight weren't going as fast as possible in case the ground was uncertain in some areas, but their pace was good enough. It was so much so that, despite leaving later in the morning, they made it to the inn in the evening.
When they were near the stable, Irene dismounted off of Sorrel and she turned to the knight who still sat atop his horse.
"Shall I put your horse away, sir?" she asked. "There wasn't a stablehand last time."
Sir Gunnar's faint smile was revealed as he pulled the scarf off of his face. He was proud to see that Irene was already behaving even more dutifully than she did before.
"Yes," he responded. "I will check in with the innkeeper and find us something warm to eat."
