(( Oh, right. Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays or Happy Winter... whichever. I am not excited.

I don't want it to be Christmas. ))
Prince Stephan stared off into the distance. "I don't know what comes next," he admitted. "But right now we have to deliver this gold to the poor of the nearest village, and use the rest to buy us some more bread and wine." They were reaching the town now. Stephan climbed off his horse and tied Sinner to a tree, heading towards the nearest building.
Sam hesitated. This was an avoidable fight, and it only wasted his time and energy. He longed to get revenge, but he was smarter than that. Holding his dagger out at Arowin, he drew a series of smaller knifes from his cloak. Then, a moment of stillness and he sized her up. Suddenly, a flash of light off the five knives which he had thrown, now nailing her horse's reins to a tree and one slicing deep into the horse's right shoulder. He spun and ran as the horse cried out, flinging himself up a tree and quickly a few trees away, detouring up a hill to get away from his opponent. He turned and watched, his dagger held close to his chest, a shield. His eyes glinted and he smiled, turning and again running through the branches.