Checking in! I like the Sorcerer/Warlord/Monk traveling group. Sounds like the start of a joke.
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While Sariel and Heise conducted their business in the tavern, Althous sat on the porch outside and talked with the horses tethered to the posts. "Tch. Your shoes weren't made for you, were they?" The palomino blinked his large eyes and pawed at the ground with a hoof. "Unfortunately we're leaving soon, or I could forge you a set made just for you." Althous said and leaned forward, one hand resting on the giant mallet next to him. "Don't have a forge either." He taped his fingers on the mallet's head. "Or iron and ore."
The horse shook his head and let out a long sigh, his tail twitching. "I know, I know." Althous said, raising his hands in apology. "Focus on what you do, not what you do not have. You're just like Master Cav." Althous said and raised one eyebrow at the horse. "He's been dead for a few years now..." He said. The horse pawed at the ground. "How old are you?"
The young eladrin stepped through the doors of the inn. "Althous, Hociel has made the arrangements. We're leaving soon." She said with a smile.
Althous sighed and said "Okay. I'm ready to go." He stood up and scratched behind the horses ear with one hand. "Sorry Master Cav. Hopefully someone else can help you get new shoes." Picking up his mallet Althous turned and faced Sariel. The eldarin turned to go back in, but paused with her hand on the door frame. "Master Cav? That's a strange name for a horse."
Althous shrugged and said, "Well, he's a horse, but he's also one of my former masters. At least I'm fairly sure he is." Althous nodded to the slightly confused eladrin and walked in the tavern.