"You'll get paid. I'll have my uncle set the money aside. You can pick it up at the castle." "I hope you don't mind if we wait a few days, just to make sure." "Of course not." The prince nodded. "And if we send a representative to pick up the money for us?" Royce asked. Alric stared at him. "One who has no idea how to find us in case he is captured?" "Oh please, aren't you being just a tad bit too cautious now?" "No such thing," Royce replied. "Look!" Myron shouted suddenly, pointing at the stable. All three of them jumped fearfully at the sudden outburst. "There's a brown horse!" the monk said in amazement. "I didn't know they came in brown!" "By Mar, monk!" Alric shook his head in disbelief, a gesture Royce and Hadrian mirrored. "Well, I didn't," Myron replied sheepishly. His excitement, however, was still evident when he added, "What other colors do they come in? Is there a green horse? A blue one? I would so love to see a blue one."