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Lorcan approached the noble. "Of course." He agreed in a neutral tone, trying to calm him, as to no scare him into fleeing.

As Locan reached the horse's side he grabbed the noble by his shirt, "Come here, pal," and pulled him from the horse. He threw the poor man to the ground.

"I'm almost sorry to dirty my boot with you." He stomped the man's head with force, killing him with a sickening crack. His claws withdrew  Lorcan then went back to the horse and patted the beast's side, taking it in. It was a pale stallion with brown marks. Lorcan decided he liked the coloration. Stepping into one of the stirups, he then swung his other leg over, and turned the horse in the direction of Falkreath. It was almost uncanny how it responded to him, like they had ridden together a thousand times before. He gave a light tap on the reins, and they began a steady trot.