Four conditions
The sun rose from the horizon, flooding its warmth to the land below.
Clip-clop!
A lone black horse galloped forward on the plain terrain at a fast pace, and a trail of dust was left behind it.
Sitting upon the horse, Zick looked forward as his eyes shone in the light. He had removed the white mask, exposing his pale but still handsome face. The brown robe fluttered wildly from the harsh wind.
His skills in riding horses were above average, allowing him to travel at a stable speed.
Zick had exited the forest only a few minutes ago. In between, he only stopped once, to let the horse rest for a while. He had also tested his strength a little in front of the mob monsters like goblins and orcs.
Unlike before, Zick couldn't start traveling from the leg, this would make him appear suspicious in front of others.