<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"No horses on my end,"</span>Wellington adds, cupping his chin,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"just these boots. Huh... I really should consider a steed at some point."</span><br/><br/>Wellington noticed the cat avoiding him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I don't think she likes me very much. I guess I wouldn't like to be petted by someone I never met before myself,"</span>he then turns to Aira, the supposed owner of this cat,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"my name is Wellington, and this over here is Windell. Good to meet you, Aira."</span><br/><br/>He never did remember this sentence, one might learn in the future.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Well, we've decided that we'd divide the reward a hundred each, I guess... well, I don't think we have many other things to go through. Shall we make a move?"</span>