Sure enough she was approached soon enough, one of the younger men wandering over. She had the attention of the man in charge, too, but he was busy brushing one of the sleek creatures down and had sent this youngster - no more than his mid teens - in his stead.<br/><br/>"Scuse me miss?" He wiped his slightly grubby hands on his pants and offered one of them to her afterward. "M'name's Matt.. I work at the stables here. Stablemaster Samson was wonderin' if yeh needed anything, only yeh've been staring for quite a few minutes, miss!" He smiled warmly, genuinely. Here was a nice and honest boy, though neither particularly bright or skilled.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>