[Malcolm has had to come down a few times to the stables, seeing the aftermath of something unruly, or spooked, or otherwise untamed, simply to calm his mount down. Charles is a hardy horse, and he does not spook easily, but the ruckus was unusual and a potential danger.
And now when he entered the stable, there was that thing. He didn't understand how something that scrawny could be considered a decent mount, and he didn't understand why Master Dennet continued to allow it here. It was not Dennet that was pounding away at the gates, though, so he couldn't demand anything from the fellow.
He crossed his arms and stared at what might as well be a miniature wingless dragon before clearing his throat.] Whose beast is this?
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And now when he entered the stable, there was that thing. He didn't understand how something that scrawny could be considered a decent mount, and he didn't understand why Master Dennet continued to allow it here. It was not Dennet that was pounding away at the gates, though, so he couldn't demand anything from the fellow.
He crossed his arms and stared at what might as well be a miniature wingless dragon before clearing his throat.] Whose beast is this?