"Yes, follow me," she said, taking Hilda by the hand. She lead Hilda through the stables, and to the back entrance, before she stopped and peeked around the door. "Okay, look out there," she said, in a hushed tone. Following the girl's lead, Hilda looked outside. There, standing in a large cart full of hay, was a young Histaran boy, no older than the girl Hilda was helping. His scales were a deep green, and his black hair was cut short. He wore a pair of overalls with no shirt, which seemed to be the standard attire for stable-hands. He was busily pitching hay from the cart into several waiting wheelbarrows, likely to be distributed throughout the stables later. "Well, what do you think?" asked the girl.