It started out as a few stray swipes of their tails, then a few subtle steps back, and finally an anxious whinny before William noticed the uneasiness of his mighty horses. As the large masked man grew closer Mr. Wilder’s geldings warned him to be careful. William could feel it too; something about this guy was strange and as he walked ever closer the arm hair stand straight up. He had to be sure to handle the situation with care as not to startle anyone or lose a potential sale. The monster who seemed to loom before Mr. Wilder spoke in a deep voice that seemed to further the Stable Master’s assumption of this man. He wasn’t a man, but rather something else. That much was already clear to William but even still that wasn’t out of the ordinary for these parts. Hell even Mr. Wilder employed a number of non-humans on his premises so who was he to judge. Even still there was a thick air of uneasiness between the two towering figures as the made acquaintance.

“Good to hear my friend,” William said as sticking out his furry chest. “I have a few horses up for sale today. Let me show you to my assistant Regulas and he can show you our stock.” The Stable Master finished waving over the man dressed in full stereotypical cowboy attire standing behind him. Regulas was a half elf for the Concordian forest that William fathered in his earlier years. He wasn’t your typical elf though as he preferred the steady life of a farm hand working under his father as opposed to life lived in the forest with his mother. “Reg, would you mind showing our new friend here this year’s gelding goliaths?”

“No problem Pa,” Regulas answered crossing the yard to meet them. Before he could even reach his father and the masked man he was halted by a wave of fear and anxiety. That was the moment William knew that is man who stood before him wasn’t someone to be trifled with. It wasn’t clear but he spooked everyone so far just by being around them himself included. “On second thought, let me just go halter Holland out back and bring her up here…” and before he could shake two sticks his son was gone.

“Well then how about I escort you about?” William said as he despite his better judgement he put and arm around the masked man. He turned the figure and they walked towards the six massive geldings tied up upon the Ranch’s front lawn. “For what purpose were you looking to buy a horse? Surly a man like you would be here to buy one of my warhorses. The mightiest breed in all of Corone or any of the other nations, my Goliath Warhorses can carry any man into and out of combat.” He continued his sales pitch waiting to be interrupted by the masked man. If Williams’s hunch was right he was defiantly after one of his specialty breeds but was it for a good purpose or not was still to be discovered.