Limlight

She rode toward the gates with last light of sun that was traveling behind the Misty Mountains and Cuthstan. Guard on the doors stopped her, unrelentless to let her in, as at first they didnt recognise her.

- I need to speak with Dryhten or Maegisterwigends. - she spoke as jumping down from her steed, Her heavy chain mail reinforced with plates of iron, clanked loudly 

- Gates are closed, rider. Wait till the dawn. - one of the guards said.

He kept riding and riding until the horrid sounds fainted. He then finally reached the Isen river, and looked behind him. The camp's fires were nowhere to be seen and all Angelnarth could hear now was the water's peaceful gurgling. He dismounted, and gingerly crossed the deep waters of the river while guiding his horse behind of him by its reins.