Nathan noticed the scotch behind the candle and wondered if it was fire-boy's doing.  The scotch and the the candle, since neither had been there before he went to the stable.  Leaning back with his drink, he gave up on trying to get the truth or some semblance of it from Erin.  She seemed determined to turn the conversation back onto him.  But while she was here, she wasn't skulking around the stable, so while he had his eye on her, his horse was safe.<br/><br/>"The War of Argonian Succession fifteen years ago, the Orc Incursion ten years ago and the Drow War five years ago."  The last conflict brought a shiver from Nathan because of bad memories of his captivity at the hands of one of the priestesses of the Spider Queen.  That war had cured his desire for soldiering.<br/><br/>"So, where's the home that you need a horse to get to, Erin?"