Talus' POV

The putrid stench of horse poop slapped my nostrils as I entered the stable. Stalks were littered everywhere, covering the brown ground. Horses were lined at the two sides, locked behind low wooden gates. I spotted Isalo at the corner. He was feeding my new friend, Dracula.

"Lord." He did a bow.

"Isalo."

He held a bowl of apples in an arm and fed one to the horse. He bit it, crunches sounding. His brown orbs reflected things around.

"Why call him Dracula, Lord?" Isalo asked.

I rubbed the animal's muzzles and it tilted its head to the side. He seemed to be enjoying it.

"He did very...