Still, he knew from experience that a mount trained to accept any rider and one trained to clash against the bodies and press of enemies was very different. There is no time to train a mount before we go, but if this rescue goes well I know it won’t be the last. The Whitecloaks seem to be outstretching their hands aggressively, Beron mused to himself as he spotted another Gaidin making his way towards Beron.
“Good Morning brother, did you need a hand or a mount? I’m helping out in the stables today,” greeted the Tairen as he leaned up against the fence, a lead rope held gently in his hands.
“Peace brother, I am good but thanks for the offer. I’ve been considering buying a pair of horses, rather than leaving the Stable to constantly provide our mounts. Plus the training I could invest in a charger or destrier,” Beron commented as he waved to the few private horses owned by some of the denizens of the Grey Tower.
“Well if you’re thinking of a horse that won’t mind the occasional scuffle or panic at some of a Gaidin’s duties, you should try the Sha’hal Farm. It’s close to the city and I’ve seen some great horses come from that stock. The stabling we can handle, and you’d have all the tools to train the horse here,” suggested the Gaidin as he pointed to the smaller paddocks.
“I’ll do that, thanks brother,” said Beron with a wave as he collected his gear and returned to make a draw against his tower writ.
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Later that afternoon, Beron rode into the Sha’hal Farm. The grounds were well kept and he spied many horses enjoying the lush grass and shelter offered by the trees. As he rode up the carriageway he nodded in response to the glances of grooms as they moved about. After arriving at the home, his dismounted and was tied the reins to a waiting post. Checking his borrowed mount, he pumped the trough full of cool water when he heard footsteps coming along the gravel. Splashing some water on his face, he washed the road dust off his face and turned to greet the Sha’hal making their way down the path.