The most important decision Jill had faced before their journey started, was of course the question of Salma. The horse wanted to come, even though the stables at the Keep were both warm and comfortable (the stable boys obeyed her every whim it seemed, Jill had been forced to have a talk with them). A mage prison wasn't a place for a horse - not for any sort of people, except the really bad mages. Jill had asked Lillie about that, and gotten stories in return that had convinced her that in general a mage prison might be a splendid idea. Except, yeah, for the people they had to get out. Once everything had been really simple in her head, but the more she realised that the Chantry and the Templars and the Mages and the Wardens really didn't like each other, the more complicated things became.
So Salma came along. A prison wasn't caves after all, and someone had to have her back.
The voyage was like every other one they had been on, except with better company. It was far nicer to not have such a rushed deadline as when they rode with messages, now there was time for walking next to Salma and talking to her friends and the horse, and taking in the country side. Of course, things were always less nice when people attacked you. Jill was up in Salma's saddle before really considering it, digging her heels into the horses side and steering her towards one of the archers she could see sticking up from the underbrush. Reaching for her bow, strapped to the saddle, she realised the archer was closer than she had thought, and ended up urging Salma on instead of reaching for any weapon. Although Salma wasn't a war horse, Jill had taught her many of the tricks she trained other horses in - like stepping on soft squishy surfaces.
The man fired at them, eyes wild, and then he tried to throw himself to the side, but not far enough. There was a loud crack as hooves met skull, and then Salma was thundering on, as JIll adjusted their speed and direction to return to the battle.