[It really isn't a rare thing, is it? Hendrik sighs in acknowledgment, bobbing his head in agreement while still gazing over at the horses.
He's about to affirm that they should get going when there's a loud bang from the stables, followed by a creaking thump as something hits the ground. There's some alarmed shouts and noises from the stablehands, but Hendrik can only turn around and look blankly at a large black stallion turning out of the stable and trotting right up to him like it has a vendetta. To snort in his face and then headbutt him.]
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He's about to affirm that they should get going when there's a loud bang from the stables, followed by a creaking thump as something hits the ground. There's some alarmed shouts and noises from the stablehands, but Hendrik can only turn around and look blankly at a large black stallion turning out of the stable and trotting right up to him like it has a vendetta. To snort in his face and then headbutt him.]
...Ah. Obsidian.