"And I'm sure it will amaze us all," Geralt said, looking at the horse they'd purchased for the low price of a ruby he'd been saving for something quite different. He set the tack down on the peg outside of the Akhel-Teke's stall for that purpose and raised a hand-- the horse wuffled at it and then turned to examine the rest of his lodgings. He stuck his nose over the divider into Roach's stall and she turned until her ass was in his face-- Geralt laughed, the sound open for all that it was quick-lived. "That's my girl. I'm going inside to get lunch; I suggest that you curry him down and get to know him while you're not playing. You can use Roach's brushes until we can get you your own."

At least when they left Oxenfurt they would be moving quickly. That was something to drink to.