82nd Fall, 511
It was getting cold. Colder than usual. Alea knew she couldn't sleep in a tent much longer, and she was running out of time. She'd been enjoying not having to do chores, but every time she had to spend money on food or supplies, she became painfully aware that her money supply was only going down, and she had no way of bringing it up. She recalled a conversation she'd had with a friend about what sort of work was available, and tried to convince herself that as long as she never had to clean fish-guts again, she could handle it.
That was why she was leading her horse to the Frostfawn stables. She and the Gilding had rarely gotten along, but she thought maybe if she could learn to properly care for him, he might be more agreeable. And with luck, a position in Frostfawn would get them both a place to sleep out of the cold. Her cat was, as usual, curled up on the Gilding's back. The two animals had been best friends since the day they'd met, and both seemed determined to make Alea's life difficult. They were the most well-behaved when she left them alone.
Alea finally reached the stables of Frostfawn Hold. She knocked timidly on the doors before opening them and calling out, "Hello? Is anyone here?"