Once Weed finished his business in Rosenheim Kingdom, he headed into the Plains of Despair again.
Though, this time he was riding a horse. It was a cheap common breed, known for its short stature, short and muscular legs and good endurance.
People, who wanted to make an impression, were usually picking a horse of pure black or white color. But Weed certainly wasn’t one of them, so he chose a simple brown one.
“Okay. Let’s go. Come on, run!”
Loudly hitting the ground with its hooves, the horse broke into a gallop.
In rocky or swampy areas it wouldn’t be the best means of transportation, but on the plains, across which Weed was traveling, it was unrivaled.
“Yeah. It’s worth the money.”
He was enjoying the fast and comfortable journey.