Time to Go.
She knelt, leather armor creaking, to string her bow, propping it against her boot. She rose and slung it over a shoulder, picking up her quiver and tying it to her hip. Armed and armored, she surveyed the path before her, fraught with danger, politics, possible treachery and surprises. All in all, it seemed Arlucia would have her adventure after all. Just not quite the way she'd expected. She just hoped she wouldn't give the bards something to sing about. All the epics she'd heard had involved terrible tragedy. She smiled wryly. She didn't want to go but at least she was doing what was right. She couldn't stand by and hide while people died. She'd journey across this country and set the king straight. She might even be back for tea!
She laughed and strode into the trees, never looking back.
The breeze spread dust upon the stones.