Crossroads

Spako nods. "Well, I don't know how His Majesty handles vacations for your units, but if you ever get some time off you're welcome to come. Oh, my lizard!" he says excitedly, setting the book down to scurry over to the oversized reptile. He needs to see if it's temperamental. Hopefully it isn't. Spako's only ever had to deal with animals that acted like dogs, mostly, since he never had his own horse the few times they were used.
"Is it a male or a female? Does it have a name?" he asks the stablehand.