The Fourth Delve
Lady Starshell dismounts and whispers in Trixy's ear. The warhorse slowly trots away and the Lady says a brief prayer for his safety. "Gods' speed, old friend." She then descends with the others.
"I'll take the rearguard for now," says Starshell. She regrets not bringing a lantern, or at least some torches, as the darkness quickly closes in behind the party.