[It's hardly the same place Mabel knew and loved. In spite of how terrible it had been. And dirty. Extra emphasis on the dirty, but part of that is to blame on the monsoon.
Mabel is delighted of course. She thinks she can hear actual horses inside! Trotting up to the door and glancing both ways (some part of her still warns her to keep a guard up a lame part), she takes a deep breath before she ratatat-tats on the door.]
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Mabel is delighted of course. She thinks she can hear actual horses inside! Trotting up to the door and glancing both ways (some part of her still warns her to keep a guard up
a lame part), she takes a deep breath before she ratatat-tats on the door.]Uruz, it's Mabel~