|
Benton looks to Mavirr, smiles and says, "You'll have plenty of stories to tell about the Wemic, even if he's mute. Simply discribing him and explaining that he was in your party will probably earn you a free meal and all you can drink from the patrons."
Benton didn't hesitate to look around the stables. He walked directly to his steed, a beautiful black horse with a few patches of white on the nose. The horse, not nearly as big as some of the 19 hand War Horses, was still large for its breed, measuring almost 17.5 hands (or close to 180 cm). Benton, knew this horse, realized its surprising agility given the large size, and most of all respected its nerve. This was a horse Benton had riden many times, and if he had the facilities to house the beast and the money to purchase it, Lord Pepsin would not be its owner.
Benton affectionately patted the horse on the head, and whispered in its ear, "Good to see you old friend. I have a bad feeling we will be severely tested this time."
|