ETAN
He knew it! He knew they'd be neglecting his animals. After he'd finished refilling his stallion's water bucket and refreshing his hay, Etan walked towards the lights deeper in the stable. He could hear one of the stableboys feeding a different animal—but they couldn't throw some hay to his?
Fuming and determined not to be put down, he stalked through the aisles—noticing as he went that this end of the stables didn't suffer the sagging doors, loose cobbles, or splintered walls of the area where his beast was stabled. He ground his teeth and stalked so quickly through the stable that he almost missed the lad feeding the pale mare in corner where the royal steeds were stabled. Stupid boy didn't have a lantern lit. That was a good way to get himself stood on or kicked by a dozing animal. Did these children know nothing? Or did their King have some stupid rule that forced them to work in dangerous ways?
