Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150217115838/@comment-32663439-20150222205246

"This is Mestivinur. He's been my Solstheim hunting horse for years," Kodlak said. When he heard his name, Mestivinur winnied. Kodlak calmy patted the lean horse's nose. He stepped out of the stall and went into another room. He came back out after a second, holding a beautiful saddle made of black leather. It had knapsacks and other things on it, and was very well made. It even looked to be lightly padded for the comfort of both rider and steed. "How about this for yours?"