Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190505154850/@comment-5543592-20190505191700

Smith suddenly felt a twinge of something, either or annoyance or jealous, maybe suspicion, at some stranger tending to his horse, especially since this man was clearly not the stablemaster.

"Can I help you?" He asked, politely, but a wary note to his voice. Without a weapon, he let his collection of horseshoes slid into his hand.