<div class="floatright">(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/TG6EXxxrDUw/hqdefault.jpg)</div>"Oh, yes? Why, that's gratifying to hear!" Oswald says happily at Borpal's words. "Maybe they'll even make me head of one of the sections of the Grand Library! But... are you sure they've forgotten about..." he pauses delicately, "the<em>accident</em>?" When asked about the others who came before, Oswald purses his lips and nods slowly. "Ummm... well, they never tell me the reason you agents come here, but just a few days ago there were some more agents who came and were sent. I hadn't seen them back though--perhaps you'll meet them there?" he asks hopefully, though there is uncertainty in his voice. "It's just that other folks in the past month or three have also gone missing. A couple of travelers, two merchant caravans, and a few more..."<br/><br/>While Oswald speaks to Borpal, Wyren easily finds the stables, one of the largest building on the small compound. Within are a baker's dozen horses, each one well-groomed, and most of them good natured, softly whinnying in a friendly manner at the man's approach. Even one unschooled in the knowledge of animal husbandry could tell that they are well-cared for, and that whoever tends to them takes their job seriously. Fresh hay and water fill the bins, and more feed is packed outside in large bundled cubes, ready to be broken down and delivered to the feeding trays, and saddles, bits, and bridles are organized neatly in one corner, oiled and ready for use.<br/><br/>Back outside, Oswald nods shyly at Sweetwater's name, and offers his own before blinking in surprise at her offer. "Ummm... yes?" he asks in a confused voice, obviously unsure whether the half-giantess meant to cook<em>for</em>him or to cook<em>him</em>. "Well, errr, let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll have the horses ready to go!" he offers, looking for an excuse to get himself out of the uncomfortable situation, obviously unused to such attention by such a nubile creature such as Sweetwater.