Roger
*Down the road where Nadia said to look would be an institution that could hardly be called an inn with a small shack with some posts outside of it. Sticking out beside the old brown mare was a tall, muscular stallion, which seemed to be extremely restless. It wore the brand that Nadia described. Only one man sat outside, short and stocky, with a hat covering his face.*
Judy
*Sirdan arrived at the town after a short ride, and started to look around for the stables, or whereever he was supposed to go.

Oh, and there he is. Sirdan stayed at a distance, his hand resting on his bow. He tried to see if the man was carrying any weapon or a coat that could conceal any.*
Roger
*The man had a large, worn coat. It covered almost his entire body, the way he hunched down. The way he seemed to look, the man appeared to be a Lora... And asleep. A beard could be seen just barely between all the obstructions.*
Judy
*The man immediately made Sirdan suspect something is up. Though he is a bit young to be a horse thief, he can't help but think that leaving his horse near him would be dangerous, too.*

*He rode closer to the old man and called out toward him from twenty meters away.*

"Greetings!" *While waiting for him to respond, he looked at the two horses to see if any of them resembled the one being looked for.*
Roger
*The white stallion was the spitting image of what Nadia described, though likely dirtier than what Sirdan would have imagined. Its mane had begun to get knotted up, and the horse did seem to be washed recently. The man Sirdan approached looked up slightly, showing creases and wrinkles around his eyes and cheeks.* "Bahdin't shee nuffin." *Whether he barely spoke the language or he couldn't be bothered to speak clearly, it was hard to tell. He likely said, "I didn't see nothing," But it was hard to be sure. A few copper coins were gathered at his feet as though they were thrown there.*
Judy
*It took him a few seconds more than expected to understand what the old man said. He didn't understand anything, and there happens to be a few coins in front of him. Sirdan got it. He knew what he had to do. He dismounted next to the old man, and then took out some ropes and lassos from his saddlebag, conveniently brought along to restrain people. Then, he dropped a silver coin in front of the old man and he started to walk toward the stallion, beckoning his own horse to follow him. His eyes peered around suspicsiously, making sure that there's no vegetation anyone can hide in, and unexpected entrances by the thief in question.*
Roger
*The old Lora picked up the silver coin, looked over his shoulder to the bar inside, then chuckled to himself, pocketing the coin. As Sirdan would work, he wouldn't see any bushes or clandestine hiding spots around them for hundreds of feet. The only place a thief could hide was inside the closed shack or in the inn. The old man silently watched Sirdan work, peering from the bottom of his hat.*
Judy
*The elf let out an exaggerated sigh, and with it, he felt his throat morph, as if he could talk to animals now - probably because he could. He turned toward the stallion,*"Keep calm, I'm here to bring you back to your owner - Now, did they go inside that building over there?"

*He waited for the stallion to answer before doing anything else.*
Roger
"What, do you mean the worst master ever? Yes, he's in the tree home." *The stallion seemed upset and unsure what buildings were called. The Lora would just watch as Sirdan and the horse communicated, this being the 5th weirdest thing he's seen this week.*
Judy
*If Sirdan knew what the Lora was thinking, he would've asked for the other four things. He nodded at the stallion,*"This master's bad right? I am here to bring you back to your old one - I hope he is better, since you were raised to be strong and healthy as I can see. As for the worst master... I am going to deal with him in the tree home. Sounds good?"
Roger
"Yes. Get me a carrot while you're in there." *The stallion then began to chew on the post it was tied to, continuing to show its discomfort.*
Judy
"Alright. Thank you." 

*He tied his horse to another post securely, making sure it would not be easily untied. Then he walked toward the inn, his hand on his sword. He opened the door and looked around immediately.*
Roger
*The Lora eyed him the whole way, then as he opened the door, called out,* "Change for a veteran of the psychic war?" *The man practically yelled it, and a few of the patrons looked out the door to him. One such person, a thin young man with a hood, looked and upon seeing Sirdan, stood from his seat. He immediately began to run for the back door, with 15ft between him and Ansari and 8ft between him and the door.*
Judy
*Sirdan made a quick mental note to take back those one silver. And then he charged after the thief - If needed, he could chase after the man on his horse. He reckoned he would not be able to escape on the horse before he got to him. His hand was kept on his sword's handle, not drawing it just yet.*
Roger
*The thief made it out the back door, knocking drinks and people aside all the same. Rounding the corner, he glanced backwards and headed straight for the horses. The thief was making quick time due to his small frame, already about 10ft out of the door and 32ft from the horses. He said nothing as he ran, though his hood came off, revealing brown hair.*
Judy
"Alright! YOU LITTLE CUNT! I'LL SHOOT YOU DOWN IF YOU TRY TO GET ON THE HORSE" *He charged at the thief. Even though he was in armour his greater strength helped him overcome part of the encumbrance - It would take time for him to get on the saddle and untie his own horse, and to do so means he would have a chance to cut down the man like the scum he is. 

He drew sword once he was out of the inn.*

"YOU HALT. OR I WILL SHOOT YOU DOWN!"
Roger
*The young man stopped in his tracks at Sirdan's final command. Slowly, without facing the Steppe Elf, he'd raise his hands on either side of himself, standing perfectly still.* "I don't... I don't wanna die." *The voice was a scared squeak. He was only a dozen or so feet away from the stallion, but he didn't seem like he was gonna risk it.*
Judy
"Good. I do not want to shed any blood today." *His hand was still held on his sword, and he maintained his distance with the man, afraid of any spell he has hidden with him. Usually, spells were cast from the hand, so he tried to figure out the best way to do it. He circled to the left, making sure he keep the stable, the man, and the inn in his view, in case anyone is going to surprise him. His back would be facing the open field for hundred of feet, which he made sure there was no potential ambush points in.*

"I want you to face the wall against the inn, over there, at the side of the stable."
Roger
*The thief looked to Sirdan and noted the sword in his hand before turning away. He squeezed his shut and leaned his back in frustration, letting out a groan.* "Do you even have a bow? I wouldn't have stopped if I knew you were holding a sword." *The thief now seemed more annoyed at his own arrest, complying with Sirdan's orders.*
Judy
"Yes, yes, I do have a bow. In fact, it is one of the best out there. Look at the arrows in my quiver, look at the bow in my sheath - In fact, actually, don't do that. Keep your hands faced away from me, squeeze them in between your belly and the wall."

*He walked toward his horse to ready the rope and sheathed his sword. Now this will be dangerous.*

"Hand, facing yourself, on your back.*
Roger
*The young Macen sighed, complying as he did so.* "Can't you just take the horse and leave? I've made no money off of this so far, so I'm not going to do it again."
Judy
"No, part of the job description is capturing you. That's part of your job." *He would tie up his hand with the rope and then his legs if the thief allowed him to do so. He readied for any attack and made sure his face is not anywhere close to his hands while he restrained him.*

"I'm afraid you'll have to be sentenced to washing dishes for a few months."
Roger
*The young man turned to face Sirdan suddenly, surprised.* "Really? Hell!" *The young man went to put his hands out in front of him, towards Sirdan.* "Sign me up!"
Judy
*Sirdan immediately backed off,*"Calm down young lad, I'll have to restrain you because I don't trust you yet. But I am sure I can get some words in and get you a... Mild sentence of labour for your troubles. The time for cutting people's hands off are long past."

*At least he hoped so.*
Roger
"Oh, sorry." *He lowered his hands, looking down to his shoes.* "I'm just trying to get out of a life of pulling weeds and crops until my dad finds a man for me to marry."
Judy
"What kind of Macen are you?" *He asked as he restrained the thief and brought him along toward the stallion,*"I hope you have some sort of special magical talent, like most elves do, but you're no elf, are you not?"
Roger
*The young... Man? Went along with Sirdan, looking ahead now.* "Oh, I have an affinity for fire which is... Not very useful day to day. Magic seems kinda scary, so I don't really know that much about it. I'm just a regular Macen otherwise."
Judy
"I suppose you could always burn something - That's a useful skill for an adventurer to have. Though I know most adventurers tends to have a rather brutishly short lifespan. Now, I am sure this is something you'll only get to think off after your sentence is off - And I am not generous enough to pay part of my bounty to get you a bail." *He shrugged and walked toward the stallion.*

"You, mind carrying your worst master with me back to the headquarters a few miles away, eh?" *He talked to the stallion.*
Roger
"I don't really wanna be an adventurer... Kinda scary. Worst master?" *The Macen was very quickly confused, trying to figure out what was going on.*

*The stallion looked from Sirdan to the kid.* "Hmph. One last time, and it will not be comfortable." *The horse bent down a bit to make the climb up easier.*
Judy
*He would set the man down on the saddle of the horse, and tied him up securely to the stallion,*"Yeah, your horse don't like you. The odds was tilted against you from the start."

*Sirdan explained as he mounted his own horse and untied both horses, and then mounted on his own.*

"Let's go."
Roger
*The stallion would come along happily, making the ride uneasy enough that the Macen constantly felt like they were about to fall off, but never did. This would result in a uneventful ride back to New Sunlight.*

**Quest Complete**