Horvath didn't believe Ezra one second about the hounds. He'd been bitten by a dog before, most likely because of his intimidating size. He made most animals nervous, or he made free men nervous, and so that transferred to their animals. The asha had a nice voice, meant for soothing. Horvath didn't, and it would do him no good even if he did. The dogs were called off and he was able to climb into the back. The asha had turned to stare when he climbed in beside his master. He was listening closely, so he didn't pay the creature any mind initially, not until he realized what he would be tasked with.<br/><br/>Then the asha climbed over the seat to him, coming closer, and Horvath tried not to look. He told him his name, and then went on about himself.<br/><br/>“Speak freely,” Reis told Horvath as he let his horse pick it's way through the crowd of people at a walk. “If you don't answer him, I'm going to have to.” There was a few<br/><br/>seconds pause.<br/><br/>“Most human slaves die very young I think,” Horvath told him honestly, since his master had bid him permission. He hoped it was okay for him to say. “I am a lucky one though. I am thirty seven.” Though he was aged well beyond his years, plagued with pain from hard labor, the old injury, and hideously marked on top of that. Horvath thought his master would have done better for himself picking one of the other slaves. He was surely not worth that scratch to the expensive asha's face.<br/><br/>They were going a different way than they'd come, though Reis wasn't sure how much Ezra was paying attention considering the hideous curiosity in the back part of the carriage.<br/><br/>“We're going to go get your face looked at, Ezra. And your hand,” he told him. Perhaps the big brute of a slave too, since he was with them already. The woman he sought lived on the outskirts of the big city, and she wasn't all that much out of their way. She was waiting outside with her hands crossed when she heard the carriage approaching. The dogs bounded over to her, happy tongues lolling and she gave them big hearty pats to their chest. She was not a large woman, but she had a big voice as she told they dogs that they were good beasts. Her hair was a bit of a mess, light brown and thrown back, and her clothing was a touch eclectic for Belmiran fashion. Still, Reis respected her expertise in healing when it came to his pets.<br/><br/>“I need you to look at my asha, and then at the slave I just took home,” Reis said, stepping down from the carriage. He didn't have to motion Ezra out, but he had to do so with Horvath.<br/><br/>“Since when do you purchase slaves, Reis?” the woman demanded, though the better question was when did he purchase young, attractive asha? Reis ignored her.<br/><br/>“Ezra, this is Hildy.” He pointed next to the big man. “And then Horvath. I know about as much about him as you do. He says he was kicked by a horse. He looked like shit. I don't know what all's wrong with him.” He was waving his hands like he didn't want to be bothered with any other explanation for him.<br/><br/>Hildy nodded, leading them inside a hut that was lined with a whole manner of tinctures and poultices. She took Ezra's good hand to lead him forward, both because his wound was fresh, and also because asha liked to touch and disorganize her things. Upon realizing Reis wasn't going to say anything more, she asked what had happened to him.<br/><br/>“Oh,” he said, taking a seat in one of the chairs, waiting while she did whatever she had to do. “Another asha attacked him. I'd never seen anything like it. And then his hand.. he used it to break one of my windows.”<br/><br/>Hildy stared, unsure which story sounded more off to her. She glanced quickly to his hand, then snorted.<br/><br/>“Why did he break a window?” she asked, then took Ezra's face into her hands, staring at him more closely, seeing if his expression would give her any hints more than it was to see the mark on his face. It wasn't that bad. Of course, she didn't expect that the asha himself could simply tell her.<br/><br/>“I can't do anything with either of these things. The scratch isn't that deep, and I'd just open it up to infection doing anything more with his hand this late. Don't worry. I'll still charge you for telling you this.” She grinned. “Of course, if it does get infected, bring him back. I'll give you a salve. He's very pretty, Reis. I'm sure you don't want him scarred.” Her words were mildly teasing, thinking her stuffy client had finally gotten himself a companion. Reis scowled.