Mr Carswell ran up to the carriage, which had made its way inside the horse farm without permission. Upon running up close, his eyes landed on the typical maroon clothing, something which Drakos was well known by. Nevertheless, Mr Carswell needed to confirm it was the same person, "Greetings gentleman."
Drakos smiled at Mr Carswell, "Good evening. Nice day, isn't it?"
Mr Carswell looked up and saw the birds returning to their shelter. It was not exactly a time of the day but the time to close the horse farm. "Yes," Mr Carswell forced a smile, "If you don't mind, we were just about to close the horse farm-"
