[h3][center][color=E4D00A]Hugh[/color] and [b]Tim[/b] - Basilmeron Castle Stables[/center][/h3]

Tim was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard the captain ask for help keeping the horses still so they can be hitched. Immediately, the young priest's eyes lit up. He loved animals, and had preferred animals better than people a lot of the time. Mainly because they didn't talk, and wouldn't judge you. They only needed a little kindness. He slowly raised his hand. "Um... excuse me sir. Um... but, I think I can help with that..." He then walked over to where the horse was, and gently stroked his mane, and whispering softly to it. "Shh, it's okay. Everything is going to be alright. He isn't going to hurt you."

It wasn't every day that Hugh grinned at a horse, but he felt that this one had earned it.  This priest certainly had a way with animals.  Despite seemed incredibly shy and recalcitrant during the captain's little opening speech, Tim looked totally at ease now.  Doubtlessly, the stallion's presence assisted this.  Though not personally affected by such a disposition, Hugh knew from his stint in Augus that some people found it easier to interact with animals rather than people.  After briefly wondering what exactly would drive a priest to be that way, Hugh decided that he ought not to let his thoughts wander, and seized the moment that Tim was holding the horse still to strap him to the convoy.  He clucked his tongue.  "Nice!  One down, one to go.  You're not half bad with 'im.  He couldn't sit still when it was me trying to work 'im.  Might need your help every time we break camp and pack up the convoy.  Ready for an encore, good sir?  Horse number two awaits!"  He indicated a roan stallion still in the stables nearby.

"Oh... thank you sir..." Tim replied while nervously shuffling his feet and avoiding making eye contact. "It's... nothing really. Animals usually respond well to a little kindness..." He then went over to the other horse Hugh had pointed to, and began stroking and whispering to it like he had done to the first one.  As he backed it into place, the knight reached forward with the harness straps, and locked the beast in.

He wiped his head.  "Well, there's that done.  C'mon."  Still charmed by Tim's presence, the horses allowed themselves to be led by Hugh to the main courtyard.  The sight of a couple of late arrivals caused him to smile.  "Ah, I was wondering when you two might make an entrance!  Three, rather...wouldn't want to forget such a stunning wyvern!"  Raising his voice, Hugh addressed everyone at once.  "Alright!  Convoy's hear, folks!  This is basically our supply train.  If we don't want to be making a mile a day, we'd better make sure that we keep this cart and these horses safe at all times.  We've already got some vittles in here, so have a care as you load up your own things.  Armor, weapons, everything you don't want to carry for a two-hour march.  Five minutes 'til we get started.  Break a leg, folks!"