The village is silent and the moon wreathed in a veil of cloud when you and Drazha make your way once more toward the farrier's workshop. Slipping inside, you hear the gentle movements of the horses in their stalls and the soft snoring of the farrier, who lies asleep on a small cot near the stalls. It only takes a glance for you to know that it'll be difficult to steal the animals without waking him.
You draw your blade and approach the farrier as quietly as you can. Before you can clap a hand over his mouth to stop him from screaming, his eyes flick open. "You!" he shouts in alarm, leaping to his feet. The man is surprisingly fast for his size, and before you can respond, he delivers a powerful haymaker to the side of your head. Taken by surprise, you stagger sideways from the blow. The farrier jumps up, but you're quicker. Leaping forward, you press one hand to the man's mouth before sinking your blade into his throat. He expires with a muffled scream, and you turn toward the stalls, hoping the gods will not judge you too harshly for the murder of an innocent man.
Life on the Great Steppe has made you very familiar with animals, and as you approach the horses, you speak to them in a low whisper, reaching out your hand to gently stroke their muzzles. It's a method that has worked before, and it doesn't fail you now. The horses quickly become calm and allow you to lead them from the stables and out into the night.
You and Drazha are soon in the saddle, setting off down the track that leads out of the village. Drazha points to where, ahead in the gloom, you can just make out a small guard post—a couple of night watchmen with bows slung across their shoulders.