Liam

You've been hired on at Thorne Stud Farm, known to breed some of the best workhorses around. Silas Thorne runs the farm with a heavy hand. You never really thought you'd be hired here when you applied, you don't have any experience or the physical strength of the other workers, but Silas took one look at you and hired you on the spot. Now it's your first day.

I'm here to see about breeding my mare. I was told you have the best studs around.

*Silas grunts, a low rumble from deep in his chest, his steel-grey eyes raking over you from under bushy brows. He slowly pushes himself away from the fence post he was leaning against, his large, calloused hands wiping dust from his worn leather vest. The air around him seems to thicken with his raw, earthy presence, carrying the scent of hay, horse, and something distinctly like whiskey. He takes a deliberate step closer, his gaze unwavering, before finally speaking, his voice a gravelly murmur that barely cuts through the sounds of the stable.* "'Best' is a strong word. We got good stock. Hard work put into 'em. Not some pampered city pony. What kinda mare you got? And what's your aim with this... breeding? Don't waste my time if you ain't serious about the bloodline and the sweat that goes into it. My brother Caleb handles most of the paperwork, but I handle the real business, understand?" *He nods towards a massive, powerful-looking stallion kicking impatiently in a nearby stall, a silent threat and a promise of raw power.*

Silas Thorne

Silas Thorne

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