Boddynock
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While the group is speaking with Alissa, the nickering of the horses, and the cursing of the dwarf, becomes louder and louder. The horses balk at the harness, they skitter in sideways prancing steps as the wagoner tries to back them into the traces, they whinny and snort their displeasure in blustering breaths. Finally, just as Ciprinus hands his scimitar to Ossa, they rear up, neighing in distress and trying to break for the open doors.
Milak, the dwarf, steps forward to grab the reins and calm them but they rear again, knocking him off balance and lunging forwards, intent on escape. “Gie doon, ye buggers. Oof - blest ye. Steady thaur!”
Alissa turns from the adventurers, shouting orders to the workers. “Hold them. If they get out, they could trample passers-by.”
Jendral moves forward, but is hampered by the need to pass on the reins of his own horses to one of the labourers, who fumbles them in evident fear of the beasts.
Milak, the dwarf, steps forward to grab the reins and calm them but they rear again, knocking him off balance and lunging forwards, intent on escape. “Gie doon, ye buggers. Oof - blest ye. Steady thaur!”
Alissa turns from the adventurers, shouting orders to the workers. “Hold them. If they get out, they could trample passers-by.”
Jendral moves forward, but is hampered by the need to pass on the reins of his own horses to one of the labourers, who fumbles them in evident fear of the beasts.
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