Iskandar could often be found at the stables these days since that was where his horse resided. He even tended to sleep in the stall with him now that he found he actually required sleep again. Honestly it was rather comfortable and he enjoyed the smell of the animals around him.

It was from this stall that he stepped out, patting the nose of a very large black horse. Then again, he was impressive himself. Nearly seven feet tall and a solid mass of muscles. Of course, he made up for that intense appearance by having a warm smile on his face as he closed the stall door then fished for a treat for the horse.

"There Bucephalus. I will see if I can obtain more for you, my friend." He laughed a bit then looked over at the boy carving wood. "Good day, my friend. What is it that you make there?"