Cliving to Harwick

After a wee rest I saddled up and headed the horse home to Harwick. I hoped I'd see Seoca who does a lot o' the trainin' there, the old whitebeard taught me a trick or two back when I were learnin' the ways of a war steed. Headin' into the Wold meant I were proper heading North now, felt like I were halfway home.