For some reason, the horse in the lead kept turning its head to stare at them, its eyes seemingly filled with hostility.
'The animals in this world are pretty smart.' The horse reminded Colin of that butting War-Frenzy Goat he had encountered before.
"Alright, thank you, you two strong young lads," the old Priest said. "I always say people shouldn't be judged by their bloodline. This Half-Orc is a fine young lad too!"
He then hunched his back, turned, and lifted the tarp on the back of the cart to reveal pumpkins, apples, and several burlap sacks full of charcoal.
"Look here," the old Priest said. "These are all fine things I just bought from the base of the White Tower. We could make a sweet, crispy apple pie or something."
The old Priest said, "I have to deliver things to a few nearby villages first. Just follow this main road straight ahead to get to the Church. You can all go on ahead and get settled."
