You walk on only a bit farther before another head pops out of a stall. This one is brown and white, with kind eyes and a beautiful mane. "Welcome, wanderor, I am Mana, mate to Black Streek."
You give a brief introduction, but she interrupts you almost immediately. "I think you should keep going. My mate was rude to you, I think, in telling you that he'd keep a secret from a wanderor who ought to know it. But I know that he doesn't know, so shame on him!"
She stamps her hooves. Perhaps you should go quicky...
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