All Is Fair in Hate

You take one more glance at Rella over the healer's shoulder and then whisk your way out into the moonlight. In one swift motion you have mounted Daisuk and are bounding through the gates of the healers' temple and out onto the wide country road.
The shadows of the night grow darker, and darker. Were someone to see you riding Daisuk down the road they would think you an apparition sent from the goddess to light the way of the road. In a way, such is your rank.
You travel a long while but soon come to a fork in the road. Which way shall you turn?