Sep. 30th, 2016

wardance: and i'm pawning your shit. (♯no you're getting a Viking funeral)
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[ he looks so unhappy. Even unhappier is the fact he has to actually ask concerning all of this. He's certainly not familiar with this kind of culture and its really ... sandy out here. What a strange place. ]

Yo~ Is it normal for this sort of place to not have real horses? Did they kill them all off or what.

[ there's an unamused and frustrated snorting that comes from behind him and the addition face of a really weirdly accessorized horse . The warlord glances up to look at the horse and almost smacks himself in the face with one of the handlebars but manages to avoid it. Barely. ]

So, I can't leave him in the stables with a bunch of... fake horses. That's terrible. But, what do you think the chances for real-horse thieves being around when they're used to fake ones, anyway? They wouldn't value a live one over a robot, right? It'd be too much trouble?

[ As if. anyone would survive trying to steal this horse, it's a terror from hell, but not that many people here actually know that, so... it's a completely valid sounding concern!? ]

This horse is my life!

[ Probably not true. It just so happens this is probably the only horse he jumped off of that didn't get lost due to his irresponsible manning of a warhorse... but details!? ]