Steven sighed with some relief, glad that he'd made the journey intact enough. He stood up straight and took the cup the old man had offered.

[color=coral]"You know,"[/color] Stevn said before draining the contents of the cup. [color=coral]"A horse sounds like a good idea."[/color]

Steven was glad for the cool liquid, making a vague noise of appreciation as he handed the cup back. Setting his back straight, he walked to where the horse he'd been offered stood, examining the creature. It was sturdy and seemed well-looked after. Chestnut in color, its eyes looked Steven up and down quizzically. It was still attached to the wagon, standing in place loyally.

Steven unhitched the horse from the wagon carefully, hoping that the creature would take kindly enough to him to allow riding. The horse pawed the ground a little but was mostly settled in his presence. Gripping the reins, Steven climbed up to sit on the horse. It buckled a little under his weight but didn't try to run or buck him off.

[color=coral]"Your horse is very well trained."[/color] Steven noted to the old man.

He shifted his position slightly before turning to address the man.

[color=coral]"So, where's the square again?"[/color] He asked.