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Garion walks in.

He wasn't expecting it. He'd actually been expecting to head down to the city for a time to speak to his friend the glassblower, but it wasn't an unwelcome surprise. He got another, however, as he turned around.

"Horse?"

Liquid brown eyes stare into his and nudged him further into the bar as the door closed behind them.

"You're supposed to be with Aunt Pol and Durnik and Errand in the Vale..."

Garion rolls his eyes as he gets images of the people in question, especially Errand. Then the horse snorts and nudges him forward.

"I get the point."

Rivan King (plus one Horse) inna bar.