Finally the truth had come out yet it didn’t startle the stable master. From the moment he the Hadian stepped foots on the farm he and all his mighty steeds knew something was as different about him. In all honesty William couldn’t let it bother him, despite his true feelings, for if he did it would rock the foundation of their entire Ranch. When William is scared everyone was scared.

“I see,” the burly man said. “I genuinely appreciate you honesty. Please let us finish this in my office.” He finished directing Nosdym towards the large building behind them. Faint whispers could be heard coming from every direction. Nothing was said loudly enough for either of the men to hears as they made their way to Mr. Wilder’s office but one would assume its wasn’t flattery. This would be William’s first experience personally dealing with a being from Hadia and from the looks of things he assumed his name had been spread to all reaches of life.

The two passed many different rustic rooms as the made their way through the building. In several there were elaborately designed pieces of art constructed entirely with different pieces of horse tack. Each room dedicated to one style of horsemanship or another and labeled as such. William’s office was just past the “War Room” at the end of the hall next to a large bay window that overlooked the fast rolling hill on the horizon. William wasn’t sure how to continue with this line of discussion but it was a true show of faith and respect for the Hadian to out himself in such a manner so he knew he must show the same level of respect.

“Alright Nosdym,” William said as he stepped into his office and sat down behind his desk. “You may have a seat,” there was a brief lapse in conversation as Mr. Wilder contemplated how to start. “Or you can stand. Whatever is most comfortable for ya.” In the halls a few unassigned farm hands curiously lurked just out of site. It was harmless as none of William’s crew would ever dare risk a large sale and it wasn’t often that Mr. Wilder had guests in his office.

“So let’s talk numbers,” he started a direct line of communications. He was still worried about how Nodym might react to his questions but it had to be done. “How many horses are you looking to purchase? When do you need them?” How can I be sure ill receive compensation for our cooperation?” They were simple question but they were necessary evils.