14_rnd_horsies1

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[convoy] Clansmen watch the horseborn with leery eyes. The varl have increased their distance from the caravan even more than usual on account of the constant neighing and stomping of the new hoofed members.
[convoy] "I say we keep those horseborn behind us," a man says. "They'll steal anything not tied to you, they kick up more dust than the rest of us combined, and..." he looks around before continuing. "They're exposed! When their tails move, we're forced to look at everything their twisted god gave them!" A few around you concur.
"Grow up! I'm not forcing them to stay behind us."
"I'll see about getting them to cover up."
"You're right - no one should have to see that."
"What have they stolen?"