The door was also made of dark oak, and it was mostly in sight in the workplace. The small hamlet was better than most on this site, and Friszta considered it, as they had visited some with their mother. The house was narrow and was half constructed of grey bricks. Liora gripped her mother's hand even more, and Siana left a sigh.
"Everything will be all right, Friszta," she told him. "Look who have with us, Draven. He always finds us way to prevent further dangers. Right, Draven?"
Draven glanced back and nodded in agreement.
"Your mother is right."
Draven pushed open the door of the house, and it was looking quite inside. As they stepped it, she heard a voice of someone approaching them in the entrance hall. Very small it was, and the man came in sight. He looked old, and he was fat with a brown beard dappled with white strands. He looked at them and raised his brow.
"This late?"
"Yeah," Draven replied. "I assume your horses aren't taken at the moment. Two of them, we need only."
The man rubbed his chin softly with his hand. "Come inside. Let's talk there."
He led them to his room, and it wasn't very furnished either. Only one long, narrow brown sofa with a candle atop the table against the sofa. It was way closer than it should be, and Friszta raised her brow in confusion. The man noticed it and began:
"It's our style, little one," he confirmed Friszta. "We own the stables, especially horses, and it's in our habit to keep the table closer to our couches."
She nodded in acknowledgement, yet no idea what that was supposed to mean.
"Sit down, please."
They sat, and the fat man sat at the chair just at the corner. He turned his glance from window to Draven and asked with a sigh, "You see, it's dark, so may I ask the time to groom your horses?"
"We need them now," Draven responded urgently. "It's an important matter."
"Hmm." The man looked at Siana, then Draven. "I have only one at the moment. The second one is already taken."
"What do we need to pay to buy the horse?" Draven asked.
"Buy, you mean? You aren't here to rent them?"
"That's right. If we rent them, we'd hold no responsibility for them to be alive when we return them or not."
"Other one will arrive at dawn, so you may need to wait until that time."
Siana suddenly looked at Draven.
"Should we?" She whispered.
Draven sighed, then said, "we have no other choice."