<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Borpalface1.jpeg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<strong>Borpal</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188184.msg9090583#msg9090583)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: On, or slightly above, the road again<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As a rule, Borpal was not fond of horses. He liked animals, in general, up to the point where they massed twenty or thirty times his size. Anything above that provoked deep-seated primal fears which he largely kept under control. Horses, elephants, dinosaurs -- all one and the same. He hadn't made up his mind yet about magical black stallions that you could carry around in your hip pocket wrapped in a handkerchief, though the notion was inherently interesting.<br/><br/>"It seems you have an admirer," he remarked to Zhara when they had ridden out of Oswald's earshot. "Is there some human custom that I'm unaware of? Some meaning to the gifting of five wands? You're not betrothed now, are you? You could do worse, I suppose. He has lovely, prominent eyes. And good career prospects." Borpal's amphibian face did not betray the fact that he was joking with his companion.<br/><br/>"Now my own people tend to mate for life," he continued conversationally, "though I'm given to understand that among humans relations tend to be more casual. Are any of the rest of you bonded to another? Admittedly our profession leaves little room for such luxuries."<br/>