"Lillian! Yawl better put down chur baby brother or else!" Thorn yelled from the stables as he was talking to you. "Sorry bout that, mah kids can be lil' hell raisers sumtimes. What wuz I sayin' again? Oh right! Yer here for cattle hand position raht?" He asks you as one of his kids, a little boy, walks over and tugs on Thorn's arm.

"Pa! The horses got out again!" The little Tiefling boy said with a cute Southern drawl. Thorn sighs, his tail flicking in annoyance as he rubs his forehead.