"Yep," Tinya says. "That's a big one, all right."
The bronto bends its head and tries to nuzzle Rae, who rolled a nat 20 to keep her balance, so she's good.
"Well," the stablekeeper says, "I should shut this up now. Ain't rightly mine to show off, but..."

"Hold it right there!" a voice calls out, and three students in black jumpsuits and ninja masks (but who don't seem to be ninjas) are standing behind the group. The leader, a female half-elf, barks, "These beasts of so-called burden are meant to be free, and on behalf of the Second-Life Alliance, we're closing this stable..."
"Opening," the male half-orc says.
"What?"
"I mean, if we close the stable, the animals are still inside..."
"Whatever, Gary. We're releasing these poor abused beasts."
"Abused?"  The stable keeper looks sad.

"Avast! What Leo be sayin' be truth!" Rae says.  She rubs the snout of the Brontodon as it nuzzled her.  It was actually amazing how Ohtli trained him, controlling his massive size while showing his affection. He might have only nearly knocked her over because her weight would be so much less than the sun empire rangers.  She leaned in, her check on the big creature's snoot.


"If ye be settin' these creatures free, they just be running to their partners an' buckos anyway.  These stables just be their dorms.  It be no prison, it be their bunk.  Aye, Gary?"

"Ain't 'special mounts' the same thing? Magical bond through the paladin's faith and all that."

"Enough of this nonsense!" the half-elf declares. "I'm talking about ordinary mounts and... you know what? I'm opening the stables." And she starts opening stables.

"Well I ain't exactly prepared to start a fight to stop ya, but have ya considered how yer gonna wrangle the critters once you've let 'em all out? To say nothin' of how some might be predators, some might be prey... ya really don't seem prepared to deal with that kinda mess."