Amaron merely nodded in reply when Revan ordered him to take care of the horses.
Grabbing his own horse and Revan's by the reins, he turned towards the guard Revan had been speaking to while entering the inn.
[color=92278f]"Excuse me, sir, could you direct me to the stables?"[/color] His innocent question distracted the guard and prevented him from following Revan, though Amaron did not feel the guard had intended to do so. Anyway. The guard pointed over his shoulder, and Amaron led the two horses away. He saw a few others follow Revan into the inn and caught a glimpse of Tanneth heading off to find the medic. Amaron whistled softly. The horses perked up their ears and followed him towards the stables. Amaron smiled. He had always had a way with animals, and horses in particular. He turned a corner and almost bumped into a stable boy. [color=92278f]"Sorry about that!"[/color] Amaron flinched and took a quick step back. The stable boy shrugged and looked at the horses that were following Amaron. He followed the boy's glare and said [color=92278f]"Yeah, any chance you can show me where I can put these guys? They've had a long day, like the rest of us. A good rub-down and some fresh hay would do them a world of good."[/color]

Amaron followed the stable boy down a short path, and into the stables. A number of people were working there, and it didn't take long before all the horses were tucked away, chewing on fresh hay and drinking water while getting the rub down of their lives. Amaron watched for a while, making sure all horses were well looked after before tending to his own horse. The repetitive, almost hypnotic strokes calmed his mind and slowly but surely, the images of the battle faded to the back of his mind. When he felt in control of his own self again, and was sure that all of the horses were calming down under the capable hands of the stable boys, Amaron returned to the Prancing Pony. Either Revan would have more orders, or there'd be food and a chance to rest. All were welcome after a day like today.