"Thirteen maintains most of the grounds and roads, I think," she said, glancing down into her cup. "And there are some stables, but I can't tell you much about them. Horses don't like me, so I usually just avoid them." She always assumed that something about the creatures just sensed the wildness in her. Her looks couldn't fool them, they knew what she was. Although why that spooked them, she could only wonder. Maybe they sensed in her competition. Or a predator.

There was almost no Alastrian history involving horses. Or domesticated animals of any kind.

How could you support a herd when you could barely support your own people?

"I don't know much about quarries either," she added. "But if it's manual labor you're interested in...there's a man in my neighborhood in Leshy who likes to build things. Perhaps he could use some help? His name is Tony Stark."