Counsellor Daniel Froll

Froll had sipped his tea, sat at the long staff meeting table as his eyes turned to Godel. "Mr Godel...It appears we will be working on this together." He said placing the folder onto the table sliding it between the pair slightly.

Healthy meal plans

"Apparently there are concerns about some students not understanding how to provide sufficient food to themselves." He mused slightly having wandered the halls he had seen many vending machines filled with junk food...all too accessible these days compared to his childhood.

"Seeing as you are our resident home economics teacher, I thought maybe you have some idea of teaching our students some easy healthy meals instead of these instant microwavable abominations I see in Sam's shop..."

Oh, how spoiled the students are these days!

Everyday he sees the same sight: trash cans overflowing with wrappers and food half-eaten. Of all the boorish actions to be done, wasting food is definitely up there in the Crimes Against Humanity scale. Of course, he had planned for cooking to be provided within his curriculum, but considering that this file came up, he supposes this will need to take initiative first.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he takes a gentle hum. "Well, you are certainly asking me a lot with this, Doctor, considering that even functioning adults are struggling with this very same situation." He opens up the folder to see the forms they were working on. Hmm, it appears it's mostly calorie intake, potential lesson ideas, and some other important documents such as nutritional labels, charts, and other factors. Now this feels less like something you'd see in a home economics class and more in a health class. Honestly, this should be in Vargas territory, but considering the man's infatuation with his own musculature, the poor students might as well be educated by a muscle wall.

And though he would like to just have full reign of the lessons, Daniel was here, so by obligation he needs to try and be inclusive.

 He took a calming sip of his tea. Elegance in his movements, control and presence. It was very hard to phase this man who made sure to present himself as in control of the room. It worked to create a terrifying presence around the school. 

 “I suppose we could teach them actual cooking in control environments. I presume you do that in your classes? Otherwise it would be a poor way of releasing these children into adulthood if they do not know how to use an oven.” He Commented. “Though I suppose we could also introduce these children to the concept of a salad as well... It is rather disturbing how many of them seem to digest only instant noodles on a daily basis...” 

(  some  wintery  dialogue  prompts  to  help  you  stay  warm  these  holidays!  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you? ❜

❛ check it out, i’m a dragon! ❜

❛ you have snowflakes in your hair. ❜

❛ i know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold! ❜

❛ want to go for a walk and check out all the lights? ❜

❛ how are you wearing shorts in this weather?! ❜

❛ it’s so cold, but you’re so warm. ❜

❛ i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you. ❜

❛ here, you can have my scarf. ❜

❛ want some hot chocolate? ❜

❛ you know, i’ve never seen snow before. ❜

❛ please open the door before i freeze to death. ❜

❛ but seriously, do you want to build a snowman? ❜

❛ there’s space for you by the fire, come sit. ❜

❛ wait, is that mistletoe? ❜

❛ winter is coming / winter is here. ❜

❛ a snowball fight? oh, it is so on! ❜

❛ looks like we’re snowed in for the night. ❜

❛ are you warm enough? ❜

❛ did you know that icicles make the perfect murder weapon? ❜

❛ i’m catching snowflakes with my tongue, what’s it look like i’m doing? ❜

❛ nightmare before christmas is a christmas movie. it’s literally in the title! ❜

❛ you look pretty covered in snow, guess that’s why they’re called snow angels. ❜

❛ you were outside for one minute, how can you be dying of hypothermia? ❜

❛ i think i burned my tongue on my hot chocolate. ❜

❛ i like it out here. it’s peaceful. ❜

❛ you’re like my own personal space heater. ❜

❛ if you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand. ❜

❛ if i slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault. ❜

❛ behold! the perfect snowball. ❜

❛ let’s just stay in and watch the snow. ❜

❛ i’m cold, can we cuddle? ❜

❛ i’ll be home for christmas, i promise. ❜

❛ holy shit, your hands are freezing! ❜

❛ there. now your snow angel has a friend. ❜

❛ what should we name our snowman? ❜

❛ i guess it’s just my overused hoodie and i against the world. ❜

❛ i’ll be your date for that christmas party if you don’t have one yet. ❜

❛ being stuck inside with you all day is my worst nightmare. ❜

❛ sorry! i didn’t mean to throw that snowball so hard. ❜

❛ i made a dick out of snow. it’s happy to see you. ❜

❛ there’s never a bad time for ice cream. ❜

❛ come here, let me warm you up. ❜

❛ you’ve never seen snow before? ❜

❛ the holidays aren’t so bad with you around. ❜

❛ either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets. ❜

❛ fine, i’ll be nice. but just until the holidays are over. ❜

Continued from here, for @counsellorhellfire

At first, the professor was just going to quickly make the two scarce, but he is relieved that Rose managed to remember her etiquette in apologizing and not assuming. Maybe not all hope was lost and it was simply a case of the child being a bit too spoiled. However, he did not expect for Rose to have a question for the doctor, let alone Froll willing to entertain her and even give her a treat. Rose seems to shimmer with the appearance of the caramel apple, then turns to her father. A hopeful smile shines beyond whatever conflicting emotions the child's soul may be harboring now. And well, it looks like even she knows she probably doesn't deserve this treat, but this is also Halloween. The last thing he needs is for Rose to leave sad when it's supposed to be a happy experience.

So, he nods. "I think that's a fine idea, as long as your horse is well-behaved as well," he says back. An innocent enough retort to tease the man with. Rose's eyes seem to brighten like the sun in that point.

"Thank you, Papa!!" she says as she takes the caramel apple. "And thank you for the apple, mister!" She starts walking to the stables with Godel by his side. He is now a nice prune man, and hopefully he stays that way!

Rose gingerly holds the apple. "Um," she starts.

"Now, now, don't stutter," Godel says. "It's not becoming for a little lady." She already stuttered a few times before coming here and Godel didn't want other people to start going after her for bad speech.

Rose nods as she stands straighter while walking. "Are you a doctor who heals booboos or a head doctor who heals head booboos?" she asks to Froll. From her eyes, he looks like a doctor, but he dresses more nicer than a health doctor or her stretching doctor.

Godel quickly moves his head towards Rose. He doesn't want to say anything because the question should be fine, but now he's worried if Rose is going to say something else.

Before that could happen, however, Rose could see the large black stallion giving some sort of aggressive eyes and then starts freezing in place, slightly scared. She holds out the caramel apple, plastic still on, and points it at the horse.

"Don't eat me?" is all she says.

“I guess I am a head doctor. I help the students here to make sure they grow into fine adults. I also guide them to possible future options in hopes that they will become outstanding adults with good careers, like your father. So they can look after themselves and any future family they may have.”  He answered the girl's curious but intelligent question with an intelligent answer.

He reaches into a nearby bag to pass the girl an apple, taking time to break it in half with a quick spell and showing her how to feed the apple half to the horse.

“Now keep your palm flat and your thumb down otherwise he may accidentally nip it.” Luckily with Snowball in his stable there was no worry about large hooves and tiny feet.

She usually wants to ask why people are crying, but tante doesn’t want her to hear her talk with other people, so she keeps quiet and trusts that her “auntie” can help heal the head booboos the grown-ups have. At the sight of the apple being cut in two in magic, to which her mouth drops in awe. “That’s so cool!” she says. Rose can barely lift her doll from her hands, so to see an apple perfectly cut in two without a knife is like lightning in a bottle for the girl.

Meanwhile, Godel seems to be puffing with pride at Froll’s comment. He doesn’t flaunt himself as a professor that much, so to be somewhat acknowledged by his co-worker is a nice ego boost. That said, he keeps his esteem party to himself, since Rose is starting to shake again while Froll is explaining how to feed Snowball. He places a hand on her back to keep her protected, to which she smiles. She extends her hands, shutting her eyes in the process. Then she opens her eyes to see the horse eating on the apple, with no fingers bitten! She laughs as she hugs Godel. “I did it, Papa, I did it!” 

“You definitely did,” Godel says.

At the doctor’s question, she turns to him with eyes brimming with hope and no hesitation.

“I want to be a mutti!” she declares to the doctor. “Papa found me when I had no vati or mutti, so I want to be a magician, find a baby who was also like me, and become their mutti so they get their own baby, and then more babies in the world will have a vati or mutti!”

Godel blinks a bit as he gives an awkward chuckle. “Last time, you just wanted to be a mother, Rose. What’s this about being a magician?”

Rose then turns and gives her dad a hug. “To be like you, Papa!”

Continued from here, for @counsellorhellfire

At first, the professor was just going to quickly make the two scarce, but he is relieved that Rose managed to remember her etiquette in apologizing and not assuming. Maybe not all hope was lost and it was simply a case of the child being a bit too spoiled. However, he did not expect for Rose to have a question for the doctor, let alone Froll willing to entertain her and even give her a treat. Rose seems to shimmer with the appearance of the caramel apple, then turns to her father. A hopeful smile shines beyond whatever conflicting emotions the child's soul may be harboring now. And well, it looks like even she knows she probably doesn't deserve this treat, but this is also Halloween. The last thing he needs is for Rose to leave sad when it's supposed to be a happy experience.

So, he nods. "I think that's a fine idea, as long as your horse is well-behaved as well," he says back. An innocent enough retort to tease the man with. Rose's eyes seem to brighten like the sun in that point.

"Thank you, Papa!!" she says as she takes the caramel apple. "And thank you for the apple, mister!" She starts walking to the stables with Godel by his side. He is now a nice prune man, and hopefully he stays that way!

Rose gingerly holds the apple. "Um," she starts.

"Now, now, don't stutter," Godel says. "It's not becoming for a little lady." She already stuttered a few times before coming here and Godel didn't want other people to start going after her for bad speech.

Rose nods as she stands straighter while walking. "Are you a doctor who heals booboos or a head doctor who heals head booboos?" she asks to Froll. From her eyes, he looks like a doctor, but he dresses more nicer than a health doctor or her stretching doctor.

Godel quickly moves his head towards Rose. He doesn't want to say anything because the question should be fine, but now he's worried if Rose is going to say something else.

Before that could happen, however, Rose could see the large black stallion giving some sort of aggressive eyes and then starts freezing in place, slightly scared. She holds out the caramel apple, plastic still on, and points it at the horse.

"Don't eat me?" is all she says.

“I guess I am a head doctor. I help the students here to make sure they grow into fine adults. I also guide them to possible future options in hopes that they will become outstanding adults with good careers, like your father. So they can look after themselves and any future family they may have.”  He answered the girl's curious but intelligent question with an intelligent answer.

He reaches into a nearby bag to pass the girl an apple, taking time to break it in half with a quick spell and showing her how to feed the apple half to the horse.

“Now keep your palm flat and your thumb down otherwise he may accidentally nip it.” Luckily with Snowball in his stable there was no worry about large hooves and tiny feet.

By the time the winds calm down, a kid's hat flutters over to Froll's distance, and for a moment, it appears to be a missing costume's piece. The hat itself seems to be a red beret with a white flower pin. At first, it seems that the beret seems to be the unfortunate result of the wind, but then the sudden running breaks that silence.

"Don't run, hat!" a kid's voice sings in the air. Approaching comes a strawberry blonde-haired girl with a costume that resembles the legend of the forest siblings. She gets closer and she sees her hat, but she stops and slowly looks up to meet eyes with Froll.

...She stares at him for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Not so fast, Rose!" a familiar voice calls out in the distance. Catching up, the person in question is Godel, who seems to be dressed up as the brother of the forest siblings.

"Oh, Doctor, how nice to see you here!" he says. He holds Rose's hand as he points to Froll. "He is a doctor for the university," he says.

Rose inches closer to Godel. "The doctor is very tall, Papa," she says. "And looks like a prune."

"Rose," he gently chides. "Not in front of the doctor."

Froll had been just wandering the grounds making sure everything was running smoothly and nothing was going awry when he heard the giggling of a child coming towards him. Followed by the sound of one of his colleges.

The hat rolled and hit against his legs pathetically as he reached down to pluck it from the ground dusting it off as he saw Arthur coming up after the small blonde child.

“It does appear you have misplaced your hat, young lady.” He said, offering the hat to her, kneeling down a little to her height.

He had been about to compliment Arthur on his well behaved child when she called him a prune. Moustache curling slightly in disdain.

Well...good thing he didn’t need to take back the compliment.

Standing tall he looked to Arthur. “Ah it seems that some manners are lacking.” He put on a stern face. “I’m sure your father will teach you well won’t you Arthur.”

He smiled a fake smile back handed compliments about to come out.

"Rose, did you know what you did wrong?" he asks. To which she shakes her head. "Prunes are delicious and soft. And he looks tall and scary, but his face looks like a–" 

Godel places a finger to her lips. At least he made the right call. "Yes, but not everyone likes to be called that. What if I told you your face was like Mrs. Periwinkle?" 

She seems to look at him for a moment, then her eyes shift from confused to horror.

He releases his finger, allowing her to cover her face.

"Now, apologize," he says.

"I'm sorry…" she mutters.

"No, look at him and apologize."

Rose looks to her dad first. She did not want to make the doctor feel bad since his face looked soft like her favorite food; but after thinking about her face looking like Nasty Periwinkle, she wouldn't want her face to look like her, and if calling people prunes is a bad thing, then she will try not to say it again!

Normally, she would cry and not face either of them, but the doctor's voice was different from the beginning. His first voice was happy and then sad, and she understands that, but the third one…she might not know everything that the doctor’s saying, but his voice is scary. It’s like when Papa or Nasty Periwinkle gets scary.

She starts to breathe quickly. Tante told her that other people wouldn't sound like Papa, but the doctor is starting to sound like Papa!

So, it's time to place her big girl shoes!

Still shaking, she turns to Froll with her back straight and starts walking midway between the two. She bows her head. "I'm sorry for calling you a prune." Still looking down, she only looks at her hat from the doctor’s hand and quietly takes it. "Thank you for finding my hat, Doctor." She starts to walk back.

Godel seems hard-pressed to not smile too much but maintains a polite smile. “We’ll be off, Daniel. Apologies for my daughter’s behavior.”

Before the two could go, however, Rose turns around. “Um…” she starts to approach him again but stops halfway. Right, be polite and ask permission first. She won't let Papa down again!

MEMES/PROMPTS

[ PUMPKIN ] There’s a whole wagon of pumpkins outside of the greenhouse, donated by a local of Sage’s Island. The two of you pick the best looking ones of the bunch and get to carving a Halloween masterpiece.

[ DANCE ] Grab a partner for the dance floor, willing or not!

[ COSTUME ] What’s Halloween without the costumes? Help each other get dressed or put on makeup, then get ready to strut your stuff at the party.

[ MEND ] Looks like some things can’t escape a party unscathed. Fix a poor sap’s costume for them.

[ STAMP ] Visit another house’s stamp rally venue for a stamp (or sabotage). Must be sent to a muse from another house.

[ CANDY ] NRU makes an effort to teach all of its students that Halloween is a community experience, and has opened its campus to the locals of Sage’s Island to spend the week touring the houses’ hard work. There are more children running around than most of you have ever seen in one place, but that’s what all your candy is for: you and your partner better give them a Halloween to remember (or steal all the candy for yourself because you’re a grouch who hates kids)

[ CANDLES ] There have been rumors abound of candles and other strange lights floating and flickering in rooms when no one else is around. It’s probably just the ghosts, but maybe there’s something more to it… you and your partner go investigate.

[ DARK ] You’re running your shift at your house’s rally booth when suddenly all the lights go out. Faulty wire? Foul play? Something haunted? Only one way to find out…

[ GHOSTS ] Some of the more malicious ghosts have challenged you to a scare-off. You and your partner must summon your inner demons and scare them off.

THAT DAMN OLD MAN was pretty good at hiding away when he didn't want to be found. Thankfully, he had the help of his friends to do all the heavy lifting on his search while he made the big bucks at his shop. Even on a dear friend's birthday, the grind work mentality never stops! Sam smooths out his vest, dusting off any remaining bits of dirt and debris left over from an encounter with an unruly customer. Kids these days. No respect! Some of them were such sweet suckers - ah, I mean scamps, but a good lot of them were spoiled good-for-nothings!

Surely the kids of his generation weren't that self absorbed. Looking over the horses in the sables, he picks out a lovely stallion with a dark coat. He was sure to look good riding on this bad boy! He's have to ask Daniel to take him a picture once he found him.

Now, where to go from here? Maybe someone would be able to help him out... aha!

" Hey, you! " He calls out, gesturing towards Luciano. " The young man with the brown hair. You seen an old guy walkin' 'round here? About yea high? Has a face that looks like he's permanently scowling? "

Froll on the other hand was in the tack room cleaning the horses saddle and bridle unaware that Sam had just made the mistake of trying to kidnap his horse. 

The calls of someone rings his ears. Oh, the shopkeep, if he remembers correctly. What's Sir Sam doing in a place like this? Also, what a beautiful stallion he has gotten! Oh? An old man with a permanent scowl? That could either be Professor Trein or perhaps even the councilor

"No, Sir, I believe not--" he starts, but then stops as the stallion starts to buck wildly. Heck, even he had to step back or else that stallion was going to kick him too! Well, with a guy as unruly as this one, maybe that eas why he's the only one in this stable. Perhaps the school stables were more downwards?

Still, there was something about this horse that just made feel...fired up. Perhaps even try to tame it as is. To just ride in that horse and show the school that he could ride the scariest stallion there is!!

But that's another time, because right now he's trying to give Sam a way to get out of this horse. So he starts off slow: horses are emotional creatures, after all.

No need to get hysterical! Sam shouts out in suprise, holding onto the reins as much as he could. He whistles for his friends, and the immediately come to his aid, ready to cushion his fall. One looks particularly worried, twisty darkness dangling off the side of it's head contorting upwards in dread.

In a split moment, Sam weights his options: he could (1) hurt his pride and jump off into the arms of those dreadfully playful shadows who would surely pick on him afterwards or (2) stay and ride it out like a man. A physically hurt man, but a man. He chooses the latter, fully prepared to just hold on.

The moment, the split moment, quickly passes, thankfully, leaving in it's wake a shaken up salesman and a weary horse.

" Wild creature, ain't it? "

The horse huffs in response. Sam hurries off the horse, as fast as his pride will carry him before breaking, holding onto the nearest wall to catch his breath.

"If he is not yours, perchance there's a tag of the owner?" He slowly enters the stable, keeping contact with the horse. If the campus were keeping wild horses that'll definitely be an interesting red flag. But since his coat is way too shiny for it to be wild, Luciano assumes it had to be from someone.

Not the mouth, or the saddle... Ah, there it is, by the neck.

As Luciano gripped the neck strap he would see the golden plate likely while being chewed on. Engraved into the metal in fine cursive would read: 

‘Snowball The Third and Daniel Froll.’ 

If Luciano read his name aloud it would be as if summoning the Devil himself a clearing of a throat behind the pair could be heard. The sharp click of heeled boots on the cobbles and the tapping of a riding crop in hand. 

counsellorhellfire​:

Froll looked up from the folder that he had slowly closing it while standing to greet Ruggie. His nose crinkled in disgust as the boy draped himself across the chair with no dignity or attempt to take this seriously at all. 

With a sigh He straightened his own jacket before motioning to the drinks station nearby. A Fancy coffee machine with several coffee and hot chocolate pods were neatly displayed with smart white coffee cups and saucers on one side with Tea options on the other. Below sat a drawer with one side filled with creamer sugars and sweeteners and the other side packets of two caramel biscuits for one to have with their drink. It was a level of display and organisation that would likely make Riddle envious. 

“Please help yourself.” Froll said as he headed over to his display of leaflets not realising he would likely soon regret the words he just spoke. 

“So you must be wondering why I called you to my office Mr Buuchi.” Turning to his desk he shuffled through the leaflets he had selected. “I am offering you a rather illustrious deal for you to do a favour or few for me.” He said, taking his seat. Placing the leaflets on the table before lacing his fingers together to rest his chin on the bridged fingers waiting for the other to be paying attention.

This old geezer is just like Professor Trein! ‘Cept he doesn’t have a cheeky companion like Lucius with him, which makes dealing with this guy waaaaaay worse! Still, Ruggie only flashes his teeth playfully in response to Counselor’s Froll tight-lipped greeting towards him; he ponders how long it’ll take until he gets on this geezer’s nerves. 

Pale blue gaze follows Counselor Froll’s gesture, void of interest. Ruggie assumes that the old guy’s gonna show him some boring stash of blends and ramble on about how he could only take one or two tiny snacks for consumption. It’s what Professor Trein would do, paired with a long-winded lecture about how he needed to “conduct himself better as a student of Night Raven University” and some other bullshit. Alas, to the hyena’s surprise, Counselor Froll apparently isn’t as much of a tight-ass that he suspected him to be. No– In fact, the counselor tells Ruggie to help himself at the drinks station. 

Ruggie practically springs up to his feet.  

“If ya say so, Mr. Froll!” He exclaims with newfound vigor before he zips towards the station. There’s no take-backsies for this! The hyena giggles as he takes out three cups and fiddles with the coffee machine. His ears flatten against his skull for a second— He thinks this button’s how you turn on the machine? He plops one pod of hot chocolate in and lets the device work its magic. Next, he fiddles with the hot water machine and places tea bags in the other two saucers. A hum leaves his lips as he then digs his hand into the basket of biscuits. He shoves a handful of packets into the pockets of his blazer— Carefully, as he takes a tentative glance back towards Counselor Froll– and then stuffs another handful. Compared to when he first arrived, the basket’s now a quarter full. Then, taking one packet for himself to eat, Ruggie drifts back towards the counselor. 

“Hwa’kin of f’vor?”  He asks with his mouth full, getting crumbs all over the desk. Ruggie chews, ignoring the bits of biscuit that falls from his lips as he takes one leaflet. He swallows down the cookies. “Y’know, counselor, ‘m not the guy who likes sittin’ in a stuffy office ‘less you pay me rig— HELLO?!”  

Ruggie drops the leaflet in surprise. 

When the other sat down Froll looked up only to be taken aback at how much the other had helped himself. He gawked slightly before collecting himself. "As you can see Mr Buuchi I can help provide you with some great opportunities for your future. Some very closed opportunities for most for a little assistance in keeping an eye out for those troubled few." He drummed fingers on the desk. 

"You see this school is filled with many who stray from the righteous path and start to loose out on their potential." He slipped forward a leaflet for magic agents towards Ruggie. "All I need is someone amongst the student body to point out those who require a bit more help." 

Open thread for anyone to join An office can tell you a lot about the owner. Froll’s office was no exception. The amount of organisation and control in its presentation should be an indicator to all who enter how he was. A coffee and tea station on the side wall where the teas were neatly organised by brands and flavours meticulously displayed. A door that leads to file cabinets locked neatly away from prying eyes. Books displayed on a shelf organised alphabetically and numerically. 

Even his personal touches to the office were perfectly aligned on the wall. Photos of his days as a student, diplomas, his horses and winning rosettes sat in straight lines on the wall. It was a little obsessively in order. 

Ruggie huffs. 

His feet drag with each step as he makes his way down the corridor, ears drooped. Normally, he wouldn’t go out of his way to comply with these sorta things– Y’know, the spontaneous notification that he received, telling him that he’s suddenly got an appointment with Counselor Froll two hours before his next part-time gig– But Ruggie’s got a sinking feeling in his stomach that tells him it’s better to just get this bothersome thing over. If he doesn’t, there’s a good chance that someone’s gonna keep referring him to Counselor Froll, if they’re THAT concerned about him. 

(And, honestly, the thought that someone’s even doing this is boggling Ruggie’s mind? Like, does anyone at this damn school ever try to mind their own business? And what snobby gazelle’s out here wasting their time with a slum hyena? There’s bigger prey out there to catch, y’know!) 

“Helllooooo~ Troubled student hee~re.” Singsong voice rings throughout the office before the sprightly hyena makes his entrance. “Something smells taaasty!” Savanna trickster enters with a bounce in his step, ears upturned as he sways to the nearby chair. Ruggie spins on one leg then falls with a plop–horizontally– onto what he assumes is his seat. He throws his legs over the armrest.

With a sigh He straightened his own jacket before motioning to the drinks station nearby. A Fancy coffee machine with several coffee and hot chocolate pods were neatly displayed with smart white coffee cups and saucers on one side with Tea options on the other. Below sat a drawer with one side filled with creamer sugars and sweeteners and the other side packets of two caramel biscuits for one to have with their drink. It was a level of display and organisation that would likely make Riddle envious. 

“Please help yourself.” Froll said as he headed over to his display of leaflets not realising he would likely soon regret the words he just spoke. 

THAT DAMN OLD MAN was pretty good at hiding away when he didn't want to be found. Thankfully, he had the help of his friends to do all the heavy lifting on his search while he made the big bucks at his shop. Even on a dear friend's birthday, the grind work mentality never stops! Sam smooths out his vest, dusting off any remaining bits of dirt and debris left over from an encounter with an unruly customer. Kids these days. No respect! Some of them were such sweet suckers - ah, I mean scamps, but a good lot of them were spoiled good-for-nothings!

Surely the kids of his generation weren't that self absorbed. Looking over the horses in the sables, he picks out a lovely stallion with a dark coat. He was sure to look good riding on this bad boy! He's have to ask Daniel to take him a picture once he found him.

Now, where to go from here? Maybe someone would be able to help him out... aha!

" Hey, you! " He calls out, gesturing towards Luciano. " The young man with the brown hair. You seen an old guy walkin' 'round here? About yea high? Has a face that looks like he's permanently scowling? "

Froll on the other hand was in the tack room cleaning the horses saddle and bridle unaware that Sam had just made the mistake of trying to kidnap his horse.