Timmon blinked, then went a bit pale "Lord Gilbrook? He found out about his wife? How brave of my squire, indeed. But he traded you his horse? The good one? You would have to pay me the difference then, if I was strict, since his horse is a purebreed from Calimshan, a gift from the syl-pasha himself I generously gave to my squire. Worth a dozen plow horses, indeed!" The bard was as quick as ever now to spin a tale to avoid paying anyone anything - the horse was a cheap one, "found" on the road.