You were just hanging around, doing some shopping. You were currently getting more equipment for your horses after all.

They were over by the washing station, scrubbing down their favorite peryton. They spotted you, turning towards you.

“Looks like ya caught yourself a mighty fine steed. Mind if I take a looksy?”

They’d gently pet your horse smiling as it nuzzles into their hand. “You do a good job taking care of it.”