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As they rode Lysilde cast a spell, creating what looked like puppets on horses made of light. She was not that well versed in the school of illusion but it would have to do.

The decoys split off from the group and continued to go into the direction they had previously been going.

"That should do it." She said. She seemed sincere but she was actually more or less hoping it was the case.

To top it off, the tracks they left for a few paces vanished behind them, keeping the decoy tracks unspoiled while they themselves rode east.

The forest rushed passed. The leafless trees of winter and the occassional evergreen formed a maze of pillars until they could see a small shack in the distance with one horse saddled to the front: Abaresk, and Dancer sitting on the roof.