An hour or two before sunset, Dergosh took his new horse by the harness and led him outside the gates of Oleg’s Trading Post to graze. He attempted to get a sense of his new beast, but the half-orc wasn’t the most patient teacher, so it was very much a mutual feeling out process. Still, he treated the horse better than its former owners, seemingly, and neither one was injured during the process, so Dergosh counted that as a win.

“Horse not too smart,” he said to his companions as he returned inside, tapping his head without, apparently, any trace of irony. “SO I NAME HIM ‘BAHGTRU’!” he bellowed, laughing uproariously at his own extremely obscure joke.