Back to the present.

The sand colored haired man grunted, eyes scanning her from head to toe.. “You look small for the job, boy. But we’ll see if you can keep up. Come.” That was how she met Master Finric, stable master of the CloudClaw palace.

The stables stood near the palace’s western courtyard. Inside, the smell of fresh hay tinged with a hint of something strange and sweet. A lingering trace of special magic. The horses themselves were massive, towering beasts, each one at least ...