Outside, a small white and tan terrier could be seen, scampering about the village, sniffing an orc corpse here or there, and looking at the small cottage where his mistress had entered some time before. Nearby, Aerylon, a huge Appaloosa stallion, grazed, occasionally eying the little dog disdainfully when he would squeak or growl in reaction to the scene around them. Troop, as the terrier was called by his beloved mistress, soon came to a small stable and being perpetually curious, went inside to investigate further. The structure was barely more than a lean-to, really, with an sod roof and three sod walls, the front open to the elements. He smelled horses, and donkeys, and it wasn't long till he noticed a brown mare in a back stall. Happily, he headed deeper into the stable, bounding through the straw strewn on the dirt floor. He yelped loudly when something grabbed him from inside the hay, which brought not only Aerylon, a seasoned battle horse, but his mistress hurrying into the stable to see what had caused him to make such a ruckus.