Sam spent a long day at the next stop, counting jars and weighing bags, trying to ensure all the deals were fair, or more accurately to the favor of the caravan that had had her along. It was a long hard day, hauling, counting, weighing, stacking, but as a reward for working so hard, the caravan was kind enough to send her off with a spare horse.
"His name is Cinnamon."
He seemed like a decent enough horse, fast, friendly. Sam didn't really know much about riding, but with a few tips at least managed to mount up and get onto the trail.
So Sam and Cinnamon headed east. It was a long journey, long enough that she really should have brought some food. Fortunately, right by the foot of the castle was an orchard, full of applies that almost definitely probably weren't cursed, that both she and Cinnamon could enjoy. The wizard probably just really enjoyed apples, right? That's perfectly normal.