Sarnai rode off down the road from Arrowhaven to Netherworth, her new neighborhood. While she had certainly enjoyed her stay in the inn, it had too many mixed memories attached to it, those of nightmares, of blood on the ground. With all of her possessions in either her pack or her mount's saddlebags, there was nothing left behind in the Warhorse Inn save the report that she left for the Old Woman. Her arms and shoulders were sore from practicing with the sword, but Sarnai felt refreshed as she passed through the gate to Netherworth. She stopped in front of a modestly sized house and dismounted, quickly removing her horse's tack and unlocking the door with the key she carried in her boot.
Stepping inside to the familiar house, one she had not stayed in without her cousin present, Sarnai dropped her bags on the floor. The bright colors of the walls seemed welcoming where before they had been frighteningly opulent, and the furniture, although dusty, was just as it was when she had last seen the house. This was home, and while a blank slate was hardly possible for her, it was a good start to a new chapter in life. A quiet one, she hoped, although she knew that quiet was far from entirely possible.
