Dale pawed the ground outside the carriage house stable in Arrowhaven. The young stallion likely sensed his new owner's apprehension but not that it stemmed from her reluctance to head out on assignment. Sybri was biting her lip unconsciously as she tied her bedroll to the back of the saddle, while the horse simply felt tension.
Slipping her booted foot into the stirrup, Bri lifted herself into the saddle and eased down gently. With a couple of clicks of the tongue, the two headed through the arch standing before Arrowhaven on a north-west bearing. The fair haired women took in a deep breath of the flora scented morning air under a crystal clear sky the shade of a polished lapis lazuli. "That is one beautiful sky huh Dale?" speaking to the horse as she squeezed her calves to his side and leaned forward in the saddle a little. The spotted horse responded by picking up a lively canter, his ears turned to the front and tail spinning in back happily.
The ride was quick, the weather remained clear and dry as they passed through the ruins. There the two new friends stopped for a few hours of well needed rest. Sybri was no stranger to the rangers who camp within the hidden rift in the Kingsfell mountains now know as Esteldin. After Dale was seen to by the stable master, Bri walked toward one of the tents were she was to find a young woman, new to the Order. Near one of the groupings of tents, she found her first objective on her assignment, Amdirel. Their meeting was brief, Sybri handed her the small package from the Lady then bedded down inside one of the tents for a few hours sleep.
Just before dawn, Sybri rose, collected her things and horse and wasted no time pressing forward toward her ultimate destination. The young woman didn't even prepare breakfast, there was no time so a hunk of hard-tack was her only sustenance that morning. The two, horse and rider, continued northward and as proceeded through the Nan Amlug pass, the sky became less and less natural, completely wrong. By midday, they were well into the region the locals called Angmar. By nightfall, they would reach Gath Forthnír where Dale would remain with the stable master and friend, Loborcheron. For the rest of the journey, the master scout of the Order would be on foot.
There would be no more sleep nor food nor rest from that point forward. Sybri, dressed in clothing that blended in to the desolate landscape, stealthily made her way around the western end of the Mountains of Angmar to the first gate of her final destination, Carn Dûm. Carn Dûm was the loathsome seat and chief fortress of the Witch-king's realm of Angmar. Long ago Durin's folk abandoned the fortress. Bri hated this place, however, she was duty bound to carry out her orders. Unseen and unheard, she made her way to the first gate into the fortress. There she waited until the gate was opened, slipped inside and creeped along the rocky walls, silently as shadow until the second gate where she repeated her strategy.
Once past the second gate, she let out a long, heavy breath, Sybri had made it to Tármunn Súrsa, a settlement of a few handfuls of nomads, dwarves and rangers that somehow managed to survive so close to the heart of the Witch King's domain. It was a dreary place, dingy, dirty, dark. Even the flames that burned in the camp fires looked unnatural. It was near one of these unnatural fires that Sybri spotted her mark, Cynraede. The Man was staring into the fire as she walked toward him with cat like quiet steps, leaned up against one of the posts and said, "So... do you come here often?" Sybri stood there silently, awaiting his reply.
