At Gorman racecourse

About a mile down from the ranch, just before the woods ended near her ranch, there was a racecourse owned by the Gorman brothers. Though Cremia had let them occasionally come over to the ranch when they had thrown parties out of cordiality, she did not trust them one bit. They raced dishonestly and many said it was just a money laundering scheme for other activities they got up to. Still they usually didn't cause any harm, although the last time she had been through this area on a milk run, two thugs had attacked her carriage and smashed a bottle or two. They had been wearing those weird masks that looked like Garo's and on horseback, but she had escaped without a scratch and still turned over some profit of her milk at the milk bar.

However tonight was a different story as Cremia had to bring her carriage to a halt at a fence barrier that had been constructed in the road to termina field. "Oh this isn't good!" she had to concede as she felt a bit of caution telling her to turn around and go home, but that wasn't an option as a tree suddenly fell from atop the road behind her suddenly, making it impossible to take the carriage back with her, and she certainly wasn't going to leave it and run for home herself.

There were only two options left to her she reckoned. Suspiciously the fence to the Gorman racetrack was now open, a venture inside seemed unappealing, but the only other option was to ride her carriage through the southern swamp forests and hope it didn't get stuck in anything or attacked by anything.