Freyic, having been from a much smaller city and a young boy, had ran around the market while no one was watching. He picked apples with ease and spotted all sorts of new plants he had never seen before. He even saw a beefy man carrying his daughter on his shoulders while walking, both laughing, and striking Freyic with nostalgia.

Then he made it to the stables. "Wow... it's bigger than my house." Freyic said with a soft gasp, spinning as he taking everything it. "Would I still be wrong if I were confused if we're looking for a maiden or a mare?" he whispers to Elora as he tugs on her sleeve. "I mean, look at this mess. There's more hay and papers than jewels or gowns. And there's more digits here than in my math classes." He couches and picks up a sheet of paper, where a series of large numbers -betting cash maybe?- have been accounted for from not very long ago.