While on your exploration of the Prospitian Court and its gardens (which you're not supposed to be doing without an escort, but rules are for Prospitians and suckers, which really are synonyms), you find yourself wandering to the stables.

Now, your Prince back on Derse really, really likes horses, so you’re not impressed by the sight. But you’re surprised to find they keep smaller animals there as well. It makes the place look less like the residence of the mighty steeds of the kingdom and more like a cute cottagecore aesthetic Pinterest page.

Speaking of pages. You're just about to enter when someone opens the door at the same time and almost bumps into you. A troll with huge horns and a pair of wings on his back gasps, looking over your clothes. His name tag reads “Tavros”. "Uh, sorry, I... Uh, what? A Dersite?" He stammers, his panic replaced with confusion. You can see him look around for your escort. “Don’t worry. I’m an official ambassador. I didn’t sneak in just to see your esteemed equines. Nice place, by the way. Real homey.” You chuckle, nodding at the chickens huddling on top of the tractor, the bunnies hopping around and the puppies sleeping in their wicker basket. The horses are the perfect background to this postcard picture, straining their necks to look at the young man.

“Oh, uh, thank you!” He replies, not catching your sarcasm. “I prefer to keep them close, it’s easier when I use my powers to commune with them.” To demonstrate, he puts his hands to his temples and the horses looking at him bow their head and whinny in unison.