It almost seemed too good to be true, a sack of coin and a buyer willing to clean out his inventory; William didn’t quite know what to do. On one hand he would make a sale so large that it would practically make his season in the first day, but on the other what life would he be allowing his beasts to live. It’s true that he bread the mightiest warhorses in all the land and it’s true that the life of a Hallowmane was lived under the weight of powerful warriors but still this felt wrong on some level. How would his associates feel about this shady deal?

Just then Mrs. Wilder entered the room walking up to her husband side with eyes on the strange figure. Dust seemed to fall off her with every foot fall, she had just gotten done showing a stud and decided to come be nosey since William was nowhere to be found. She smiled wide at the sight of the large sack of gold sprawled on the table not knowing the full extent of the deal. William worried about how Cheyanne would feel if she knew exactly what her husband was about to get the estate into.

“It seems that your employer is very eager in this endeavor. I’m sure that we can come to an agreement that suits both parties.” He said raking in the bounty off the table with both hands. He quickly stowed the coin the top drawer of his desk before standing. “How about you put your mask back on and we step outside and take a look at what steeds are available right now?” Everyone standing in the hall seemed to scatter like roaches as the Wilders and Nosdym began to leave William’s office.

The three of them all made their way out the back of the building and towards the Wilder Manor stationed in the very rear of the complex. Mr. Wilder’s home was a large colonial style mansion he built with his own two hands surrounded by fenced in fields. As the three of them entered four larger than life horses appeared from behind the house and began sprinting towards William and Cheyanne. They didn’t appear aggressive but due to their big size they didn’t need to be in order to be dangerous. William put and hand out in front of his wife and another high up in the air gaining the beasts attention.

“Whoa!” he yelled at the top of his voice. The four Hallowmanes nearly stopped on a dime before turning slowly continuing towards them. Mr. Wilder had a surprise for Nosdym; these were the Wilder Ranch’s most prized possessions. These horses were first generation Emaculite, a cross breed between Kanaan and the fiery Desmondian horses of the Tular Planes. These Hallowmane hybrids had a red tint to their fur and are gifted with the ability to endure much hotter climates than a regular steed. The Emaculites still stood roughly twenty two hands at the should and could carry just as much as a regular Hallowmane but thanks to their split heritage they could endure much more.

“I’d like you to meet the family,” William said as he reached over the sturdy fence and began petting the neck of one of beautiful red horses. “These girls are our most valued horses. As a token of cooperation and my personal gift, I’d like you to choose any one of the Emaculites as your personal mare.”