THE DAYS OF HIDING AWAY in the stables and doing nothing but work ( which was what brynjolf wanted ! ) were over, it seemed. with everyone in their tents, they wanted their horses more --- there was no castle to occupy their time, and riding was the most popular alternative to sitting in their tents twiddling their thumbs. and while bryn understood --- he loved riding, after all --- it was becoming a little stressful. still, today he’d found a few hours to be free, and used them to muck out the stables and feed and water the horses. an horu into his work, bryn heard the crunch of footsteps and inwardly groaned --- couldn’t he just have an hour without someone needing a horse ?? there were other stablehands, sure --- but somehow he was always targeted. “ i’m afraid it’ll be a while before i can fetch a horse, aye ?? ” bryn said, not looking up to greet whoever it was.