I have heard of such things, I believe. Wagons that move without horses. [Richard had more or less gotten used to the oddities of the other worlds and it did feel like nothing would really surprise him at this point. But it would still be a lie to say that he didn't find some of the described scenarios uncomfortable or haunting. A wagon rolling by without horses or a visible coach was something that sounded straight from the horror stories of the witches and demons that he grew up with. Well, at least he's learned not to voice out these thoughts anymore.

Richard reaches up to grab Blackie's reins and gently tugs him out of the stall.]

This is my horse, Blackie. I have trained him myself and he has been my loyal companion in many battles. At first I will show you how to prepare the saddle and have you repeat it with Goldie, [He nods his head towards the other horse in the stalls with a dark gold coloring.] After that I'll show you basics of riding.