Now with a new face, Simon found a nearby stable, and purchased a mount, it was nothing impressive, just a hardy roan, the kind of horse that didn't need too much in the way of food and water and would suit most travelling across the arid lands of the Empire.
Having shaken off his tail, Simon could move at a more leisurely pace, and rode out of Aznur at a canter, most people moving to make way for the viciously scarred stranger, nobody wanted to get into a fight that they didn't need to have.
The sun was high in the sky when Simon left Aznur, and it was low in the sky, almost setting, when he arrived at the ramshackle hut, northwest of the capital.
The hut was hidden from the road, locked within a narrow cleft in the rocky cliffs that were all around the south-western part of the Empire, and furthermore, appeared completely run down from a distance.
