Garren was very careful so that nothing fell on the ground. The coins glinted in the firelight as he held them out.
He returned the leather to his side and walked forward, handing the coins to the man who was renting this place for them.
"Thank you," the old man said, pocketing the silver. "And have a good and comfortable night."
He walked away, disappearing back into the shadows behind the stable. The wagon men began unloading the animals, leading them into the stalls and securing them for the night. The goats bleated softly. The chickens clucked. The Moatts stood still and calm.
Darion almost laughed at the man's words of having a good night as he turned back with his bucket.
The old man had said it so casually, so matter-of-factly, as if sleeping in a stable full of animals was a normal and comfortable experience. Darion supposed that for someone who ran a stable, it probably was. For him, it was going to be an adventure.
