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Lucian left the man, making his way towards the stables. Walking through the courtyard gave Lucian a chance to see Bok, the giant Lizardman basking in the sunlight after having a night full of eating the flesh of chaos tainted men. Lucian guessed it would have no effect on the creature, his memories going back to the times it was consuming the flesh of Skaven.
Indeed, if Tee-Nee-Tyny was allowing Bok to eat those things, then Chaos Worshippers was probably alright.
Around him were people taking beasts of burden in and out of the stables. The smell from standing outside was already telling Lucian that the place was filled to the brim with animals. The people probably did so because they thought such a place was safe.
In that they were right.
The inside of the place was no better than the outside. Buzzing with people and beasts it was hard to even get through without brushing against one of the many handlers. Each of them, clearly civilians who witnessed the fighting from afar, quickly made way for Lucian who had distinguished himself to the citizens of this place. None wanted to cross the Knight who weilded the bloody scythe, who was able to cut down men in the dozen without breaking a sweat.
Something was caught in the edge of Lucian’s eyes at that moment. Something off to the side that was as black of night in this bustling place. It was a double take, his eyes now fully facing to see the full black mare who was still a man’s head taller than any stallion that was here.
Lucian could have sworn he had seen such mighty features in no other place. That such a powerful build was something that should not be on this island. And he was correct, for it was surely a horse of Bretonnia.
It was Nightshade, Lucian’s steed and mount.
>Call the horse over
>Approach the creature with respect
>No, its a different horse.
