The warmth of the stables is a welcome change from the abnormally cold summer air. The creatures poke their heads out of the stable doors to see the newcomer. Your eyes widen slightly at the variety of creatures--unicorns, black wolf, night stalker, cold ones, horses, gryphons, hippogriffs, pegasi---even a dragon or two.
Benjamin rounds the corner, checking the stalls to see that everything was in its proper placement. Seeing an unkempt pile of hay, you grab a pitchfork and try to look like you belong here.