Kevice was making his exit, Osran just standing there a long moment until Vasyli was barking at him to get out so that he could put something clean on. He needed a wash and he wasn't ready to see Mathis until he'd had one, time be damned. The chill of the showers would help wake him and then he'd be able to put his usual face on to meet someone new. What surprised him more was that when he had readied himself, someone else had taken his job. He didn't know whether to be insulted or happy he could go crawl back into his bed for the next several hours.<br/>Osran had returned to Mathis to let him know Vasyli was moving slowly that morning and to give him the reason for it. He leaned in close to whisper to him, not wanting to draw attention to any of their problems with a newcomer around.<br/><br/>“Distraction and bad influence,” he called it, alluding to what he could guess was the problem. “He's usually a bit prickly but he's much more out of sorts than usual.” Osran was frowning. He'd not minded their usual banter and still thought fondly of Vasyli and this stemmed into concern for his partner. No matter what Vasyli thought he looked out for his wellbeing, whether it was during their dangerous stunts together or in their everyday life.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>Henrik was always up early, tending to his array of animals and motivating the staff to finish up with the livestock in a timely manner. Duties were skirted without proper management and while Henrik was generally quiet and mild-mannered nothing invoked his wrath like forgotten chores. He tended his hounds personally and walked through the tie stalls to do a morning check. He took notice of an unfamiliar carriage set nearby to the stable and an old work horse standing patiently. He had water sent over but otherwise ignored it for now until Mathis told him to do otherwise. He's heard rumors of the newcomer but hadn't guessed that he would be put to task in showing the fellow around. Henrik was polite but it was well known he wasn't the most social of fellows; awkward at times even. He stumbled over introductions, the stranger calling himself Len. He was just a bit taller than Henrik's unremarkable height with unusual red hair and a friendly way about him. He was well dressed but if Henrik could guess it was one of the few fine outfits the man owned.<br/><br/>“Let's get you settled then and I'll give you a tour.” What Henrik meant by that was getting the old horse settled and unhooking the carriage. Too much weight for a single horse in Henrik's opinion, evidenced by a ribby look and the occasional harness sore. All very common for the average caretaker of a work horse. He handed the big beast off for a day of rest and respite and that was when he when Len informed him in the other living oddity he'd stowed away among his cramped traveling carriage. Most of it was equipment meant for his acts but shoved into a corner on the floor, a box stacked on top was something very much alive. Henrik looked to Len in askance before drawing closer.<br/><br/>“A gift to show my good faith. It should calm down with some time,” Len said with a smile though kept his distance. “Mathis said you had the touch.”<br/><br/>Henrik had wanted to know what it was but it was obvious by Len's smiling face that he wanted him to see for himself. Henrik knelt to take a look, his movements slow and predictable. He wasn't as surprised as most had been nor did he startle. Experience with dangerous creatures hardened him to that sort of thing and he felt curiosity more than anything. He stood up again to remove the box from the top of the cage and told Len to send the dwarves to fetch him a broom, the longest one there was available. Initially, he only hooked one end between the bars to pull it out further. It made a grating noise at the bottom of the carriage and when it wasn't shoved into a corner he slid the other end of the broom all the way through, over the top of the creature, effectively creating handles so no one would have to sacrifice any fingers.<br/><br/>“Grab that end, will you?” Henrik asked, going behind the cage to pick up on the other end. Hallow boned, he didn't imagine it would be that difficult to move, most of the weight being the cage itself. Len looked a little weary as he took hold of the end and after he'd jumped away and dropped his weight once Henrik requested help from one of the staff.<br/><br/>“I would venture to guess by the way you spooked it's gotten you a time or two,” Henrik commented as he waited for someone more capable.