The journey took Tehr through most of Londinium, arriving to the other side of the town where a walled off secstion lay ahead. It quickly became apparent why, as he passed the gate to it. A garden lay on the other side, but with large hounds that stomped the grounds behind a halfling man. The scary part was they moved in perfect rhytm.<br/><br/>Further off, a halfling woman in a chainshirt was balancing before a large hound as a pair of human men were trying to attack her with spears, the hound barking and chomping at them when they tried to get closer, the woman in turn wielding a parge spear atop the hound. Their work seemed well balanced, the instant a man tried to step closer the hound a jerked its head and tore him to his face by a brutal grip on the padded shoulder, the halfling's spear stabbing down.<br/><br/>Wooden heads on the weapons, they probably hurt like hell but didn't kill anyone. The short folks were training intensely. Behind them, a large stables rested opposite of some sort of a barn or warehouse, and beyond them a large two story building. There were no house insignias on anything permanent, just a pair of banners from the higher floro windows hanging down.<br/><br/>Tehr had heard of this place, a small nobility tried to breed horses in the middle of the city, get them used to all the hustle and bustle and sell them off then as warhorses used to the noise. Only the animals panicked the moment a real warfare began around them and people began dying. That noblehouse had lost its fortune, and soon enough its favor for spending money so frivolously on such a bad idea.<br/><br/>As he neared, a female halfling wearing a tunic stepped in his path, speaking up with black hair framing her well tanned face. "Stop and name yourself, stranger. You don't want to go further without introductions."<br/><br/>It did seem like a number of hounds had began to stare at him by now.