Someday we'll live like horses: free rein from our old iron fences...

[gorlim]

He is dressed as if for a long journey, bearing a knapsack and hip-pack of supplies, a length of rope over one shoulder. There's more in the barn but it'd be silly to drag it around through the bar.
There's more ways than one to regain your senses.
He knocks at Namo's door.
Break out the stalls and we'll live like horses.
Come out, come out,

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[halls_of_mandos]

The Vala appears at the door, looking at Gorlim as if he's gone mad.

"What?" He looks him up and down. "Do you plan on spending time out in the middle of the woods?"

[gorlim]

"Maybe. Come on. Um -- can you translocate horses?"

[halls_of_mandos]

There is blinking.

"I suppose..."

He returns to the room long enough to yank on his boots, then he closes the door behind them.

"Why?"

[gorlim]

"Because we're going to take Rhofal and find you one!"

Duh.

Gorlim takes off a langth of rope and tosses it at Namo.

[halls_of_mandos]

"Find me one? Just... one wandering about in the woods, I take it?"

He chuckles and takes the rope.