You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Drenched in mud that seemed to still be trying to drag him under even though his feet were planted firmly on the ground, Morgan removed his hat from his head and wiped roughly at his brow with the sleeve of his other arm before sighing tiredly. "I mean, anythin' that comes from far away usually goes for a premium." The wrangler says with a shrug. "Ain't just regular mud, but mud brought all the way from the treacherous pools of the Feverlands." Morgen wanted to be rid of the mud just as quick as he could, but that didn't mean it wasn't worth nothin'.
"Morgen." The wrangler replies as he places his hat back on his head. "Yep. The foals were just weaned which makes 'em a bit antsy. Didn't expect one to come this far, but.." He shrugs, splaying his hands. "Appreciate the help though. Can't say I was too prepared to take on a whole pack of those fucks."
"Morgen." The wrangler replies as he places his hat back on his head. "Yep. The foals were just weaned which makes 'em a bit antsy. Didn't expect one to come this far, but.." He shrugs, splaying his hands. "Appreciate the help though. Can't say I was too prepared to take on a whole pack of those fucks."
