Andrea's Ride is a Wild One

Startled by this rough treatment, the horse bolted. At least that got Andrea well away from the cultists very quickly, but she would have liked a litle more control. All she could do was cling on for dear life until the horse calmed down. She saw a few passers-by pointing at her as the horse galloped past - it wasn't every day that you saw a naked girl on a bolting horse - but no-one attempted to intervene.

After a few minutes, the horse slowed to a canter and then to a trot. By this time:

1. Andrea was in an unfamiliar part of town. Not that that was saying much, as all of it was unfamilar to her apart from the short journey she had made from her begging patch to the shelter.
2. Andrea was outside the town.

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