Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200419223358/@comment-28358106-20200420002548

"Right. Come on, pretty one..."

The man takes the reins, and it is immediately apparent that he knows horses. His demeanor exudes almost a preternaturally calm presence as his free hand makes curious looping motions for a few moments.

But then he stops, and gestures. "You'll be wantin' the Tenpenny Arms. It's the two stack place over yonder.  Myra's makin' her potato leek soup.  Hope ye like garlic, mister...?"

He waits for Marcus to introduce himself.