Reign of Winter
Twin doors open into this low stable, where five stalls hold three horses and a mix of loose straw. A rack of riding gear hangs on the east wall, and a cast-iron tub sits empty in the corner.
Two of the horses are the same fine white steeds as the rest of Lady Argentea’s caravan, and must be the ones that were missing from the site where she was abducted.
The other horse is a thinner, black mare with a bright star on her forehead and nose, and one white sock on her hind leg. This horse has obviously seen a hard life, though of all of the beasts present it seems to be the most tempered and calm.
The horses are each covered in a rough canvas blanket to protect them from the cold. After all, a good horse is worth a fair bit more gold alive than a common bandit.