Post by Nikias on Jun 2, 2007 2:27:09 GMT 10
Nikias was standing in the stable of the tavern, having refused to let a stable boy take charge of his warhorse, one of two he owned, he also owne d a few other horses as well. He led the great, hulking painted body of the Gypsy Vanner Stallion into the stall and quickly divested him of his tack and rubbed him down with a stray cloth. Once he was finished he stacked the tack up against the wall and went inside, retrieved a drink and on his way back out to the stable he bumped into someone, his shoulder catching some part of the other's anatomy and they were both thrown in the opposit direction about a foot. Nikias shook the chocolate brown hair out of his amber brown eyes and realised with satisfaction that he'd managed not to spill his drink. Sorry mate. he muttered before starting back on his way to the stables.
