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After what felt like hours, the carriage stopped directly in front of them. there were four riders in front leading the carriage, all on black horses, dressed all in black, with black armor. Not a speck of skin showing, not an ounce of differentiation between them. There were four more taking up the rear in the same manner. Not sure what to do, Les looked again at Talon, who was looking contentedly at the carriage door. Les did the same. Perhaps someone was supposed to emerge. Slowly, more slowly than Les imagined possible the door did open, and showed a curtain covering the contents of the inside. Les was not amused, she felt her curiosity had peaked and that nothing would surprise her now. Talon then nudged at her leg, pushing her forward, without saying anything. So she took a deep breath and climbed in.