Gorman racecourse

Cremia chose the racecourse. The swamps were just too dangerous for a carriage to risk going through and she knew that as she steered her carriage into the valleys of the racecourse, hoping it was open on the other end. It was a well kept and cut track that wound around for about two miles as the horses chantered their way through it at brisk pace. "This is going well!" she had to admit until suddenly...