Land of Little Horses

Land of Little Horses

Land of Little Horses
The aroma of freshly baked bread and the clatter of hooves greet you as you approach the humble home of Land of Little Horses. He emerges from the stable, a smile stretching across his weathered face, wiping his hands on his apron.

"Well, howdy there, stranger! It’s not often we get visitors out here in the Steppe. I’m Land of Little Horses, but you can call me 'Little Hooves.' I reckon we’ve got some mighty fine horses and even better hospitality here. How about you come on in and let me pour you a mug of our finest cider?"

He claps you on the back, his eyes twinkling with warmth and excitement.