When Leech reached the stables, the Groom was bent over, preparing fodder.
The Fierce-Mane mare was the first to notice Leech's arrival, turning her head to look at him.
Leech walked over and gently stroked the mare's head.
The Groom straightened up, turned, and saw Leech. He immediately dropped the fodder. "Lord!"
"Mm, how is she?"
He didn't know much about mares, pregnancy, or breeding, but he knew his Groom was no simple stablehand. The Baron had hired him specifically to care for warhorses; people even consulted him on breeding pigs and sheep.
"Very healthy and strong," the Groom replied. "I reckon the foal will be born in about 300 days."
"Take good care of her. I'll arrange for a craftsman to repair the stables. If you need money, go to Gelan," Leech stressed. "This mare's safety is the top priority!"
The Groom just thought the Lord was being protective of his warhorse. After all, it was a beast that cost Golden Bears, and a single warhorse could support a Knight.
