The young man had an air that reminded him of someone, yet he couldn't place his finger on it. Ben smiled as he saw him cast a brief glance towards the stables. He supposed he'd tortured Mr. Holm long enough! Were they closer friends, he'd reach out and give him a friendly clap on the back. Presently, he settled for clasping his hands together in a robust fashion and gestured towards the stables. "Shall we?"

He led the way towards the stables, assuming Mr. Holm would quickly follow suit given the fact that Ben had made him wait long enough to see the Galahad. The stables had been down a separate pathway. While there was an entrance to the stables from inside the foyer, Ben rather found himself wanting to show off the whole stable from the front. It wasn't often he'd received a foreigner on his land! Plus, while he was reticent to verbally brag, there was no shame in giving guests a good impression of the land to one who hadn't visited there, yes?

Down the pathway they went which, was lush with hedges and scented flowers, and to the right onto gravel which would easily crunch under both their riding boots. Soon the scent of the stables was upon them in a waft of musty leather, fresh hay and – of course – horses. The sounds followed soon after as the horses jostled among themselves, scenting a newcomer and poking their heads out of their stalls as Galahad** was led towards the two men in the entrance to the main hallway of the stables.

"And there you are!" Ben declared jovially, spreading his arm and gesturing towards the horse.

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