The horses you buy are mild-mannered rounseys, uniformly chestnut colored with almost-black manes, healthy looking if a bit on the small side. The tack the horseseller fits them with are clearly secondhand pieces, but they came for free so you can hardly complain.
You ride a coastal trail a few miles north from Utwar that runs alongside a low shelf of cliffs covered in tall bluish-green grasses. Gnarled oak trees and rough boulders spot the lumpy hills to your east. Eventually, the trail forks, and a narrow path leads down the cliffs to a sheltered stretch of beach. On a rise in the cliffs overlooking the path sits a squat, rounded stone hut with a little fenced-in yard in which a few goats and chickens are kept. There are footprints on the beach sand, leading into the ocean.
