The dog at his side yips, tail wagging cheerfully.

He is a very good person, this one! He knows just where to scratch!

Ysalwen shakes her head, mouth curving in a smile.

"And on that note -- toward the stables, perhaps? I wanted to get your opinion of some of the yearlings."

She'll say thank you the kennel-master on the way out, and he, in turn, seems pleased to see them go. Disruptions, you know. Troublesome for the training.