The leather smell and the stink from the dung made locating the stable easy. If this were to be Moseroth, Lucas would have ordered that Stable boy's master be put out of business. With such untidy behavior, he could easily spread infection to the surrounding neighbors and also to customers who must have come to drink away their sorrow. Not to mention the bad image they were portraying to visitors from other states and countries.
"You are done?"
Lucas turned his attention to the right, just as the skinny boy appeared from the side. He was shirtless this time and had a chunk of horse dung trolling the side of his bony cheeks.
"Yeah, guess I am." Lucas snorted, "can we find somewhere else to talk? This place is not so…"
Lucas's eyes darted to the pile of old straws that probably must h
