Academy Living IC: (Chapter 1) Group A

[Schismatic]

Mardu would spend time prepping her horse to bed down. Cleaning her legs of caked mud, tethering her, preparing her threshed lucerne, oats, a little warmed molasses and a water trough, taking off Sardun's packs, saddles and saddle cloth. Dlligently finding the most comfortable bay she could before heading over to the inn. Naturally meaning she was going to be the last to enter, and cleaning herself and the saddle cloth up with a quick prestidigitation spell before placing it back on Sardun as the nights were colder here than back home.

Plus it didn't pay for a proud dignitary to look bedraggled in foreign lands. Whether that be herself or her steed.

Stepping into the Tasty Werewolf as if the mud, dust, dew and sweat dare not mare her proud bearing as she proceded to the counter.

"I have a mare in your stables, I'll also need food and lodgings for one night. Any wine?" She instructed, having had time to practice those sentences many a night in Sindarean simply travelling to these lands.