The king craned his neck to look over. “Ho, Roan Born-of-Dust. How are you enjoying the ride?” Well, Your Highness, first your son knocked me from my horse. Then a playful ore cat named Sasha attempted to eat my head. “Very much, Your Highness,” he said. The king smiled broadly, as if reading the unspoken truth directly from his mind. “I heard you met Sasha.”
