Ronald
"Pets are troublesome... Yet they can bring joy. Such a creature would be more trouble than its worth for me, unfortunately. Looking for a compatible partner, with my lifestyle... I am unlikely to find one soon."
*He shrugged, nodding in approval of Terrel's methods. Long hair wasn't easy to manage for centaurs, though they could get away with double the length of any two-legged demi-human. After the style of his master, Circine wore his ponytail as short as it would allow - for it was liable to smack him in the face during hard turns.*
Herbert
"Who knows? Maybe you'll be fortunate enough to find one in the city. It's where I got my wolves. Before leaving them with another until I return from travels of course."*He'd say, soon shifting his gaze ahead as they drew closer to the gates of Salvania.*"Might even find a steed of your own."*Terrel would jest towards the Centaur before changing the subject.*"It may be a bit late to get to see the others, but we can head to a Tavern for now and meet up with them the next day. Sound good?"*He'd ask him.*
Ronald
"A steed of my own! Blasphemy, I say!"
*Another loud, hearty chuckle as he revelled in his joke, resting his hands on his hips as he leant back to stretch. The mention of a tavern brought a moment of anxiety to his mind, knowing that taverns were not always accommodating to his stature.*
"If you know of any with outdoor seating then sure... For obvious reasons, of course."