Have your travels been fruitful? [Travel]

It was the break of dawn. The sunlight swallowed the shaded road below. The smell of dew was fresh in the crisp morning air and it was time. They had discussed, just the night before, a mission in order to prove the worth of the woman herself. She was to be inducted into the crucible. It was admittedly far more lack luster than she had imagined. In truth, in stead of the trash talking and berating, she had expected the King of Blood himself to instead wrap his bony fingers around her neck. She had truthfully romanticized the idea in her mind. She didn't expect to be swung off her feet, or to be thrown into a wild frenzy, she just wanted more. That was what had motivated her to get up once more and continue her way down the long road in order to approach the barrens.

Her heeled feet clacked along the stone road. In truth, the more she reflected, the less it mattered in the end. At the end of the day, her job was simple enough. She just needed to prove herself, but at this point, it would be a lie to say the lord of the long night hadn't disappointed her to a point that her faith guided by mysticism was shaken. There was no longer blind faith. Just as she had to prove herself, so did he. A smirk had made it's way on her face and she pushed her red hair behind her ears. It was time to prove she was more than a pretty face.