Today was one of the few days Jacquelyn decided to get up early in the morning. There, the man was, dealing with his hairy horse thing. She was excited to see the city again, and other places in the vast world she was never told about.
"Hey mister!" she called, approaching him. "I heard that there are bears in the north tundras large enough to eat a tavern! Did you see one of them?"
Sura looked at this girl. He didn't know her, but he enjoyed being in the presence of youth. He liked their curiosity, their bravery, how things like laws and limitations don't apply to them.
"Ah, you're one of Sean's girls, eh? Yes, yes there are. Their fur is white as the snow they stand upon, so men don't see them coming . . . until they leap out and swallow a tower whole!" This was completely false, of course, but seeing her face light up told him he said the right thing.