As his stableman went to fetch the paperwork necessary for the transaction, Benedict gestured genially to the side table and pointed his wand at it. "We're glad you could take young Galahad off our hands for us - pray, what is your drink of choice, sir?" he said. "He's been restless and looking for a life outside our stables, he's very eager to see you." As he spoke, fine crystal glasses and an empty caraf appeared on the table.

"What brings you to our humble little town?" Ben said, entirely unaware that he'd gotten the man's name wrong.

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