"Yes. Some rumor about a new stablehand mis-grooming one of the horses and causing it to rear. I gather the horse hit its foreleg on the wall and will be out of commission for a couple of weeks. If it were my horse, I would beat the new hand until he could not stand on his own two feet... at least until my horse could stand on her four feet."<br/><br/>Naiobe is aware of the tension from the man at the other table, and she pauses long enough to follow Brom's gaze over there. She hears the muffled yelp and soft cough from under the table, and all she can do is assume that Brom did something the girl didn't like. Better her than Naiobe.<br/><br/>When the man stands and moves to storm off, Naiobe murmurs to Brom, "Shall I stop him?" She offers her brother a raised eyebrow.