"Whoa!" Eskel says, and his enthusiasm shines through even a witcher's emotional defenses. "Look at you!" He says, letting go of Éomer to lean on the gate. The filly is the same warm buff color of barley and regards him with black eyes that are both wary and curious.
"Can't pay you much." He admits. "Just odd jobs here and there. Probably not what your horses are worth down here. But I can pay you some of it. Next year I'll pass back through here with a fat coinpurse, providing nothing tries to eat me between now and then, leave it with the alderman to give to you."
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Date: 2020-09-02 02:50 pm (UTC)"Can't pay you much." He admits. "Just odd jobs here and there. Probably not what your horses are worth down here. But I can pay you some of it. Next year I'll pass back through here with a fat coinpurse, providing nothing tries to eat me between now and then, leave it with the alderman to give to you."