Chilchuck was no doubt, never meant to stay long and keep business only in Kahka Brud. The half-foot community was growing, and in tandem, his ability to control their affairs, diminishing. On airing his frustrations with his closest and newest friend in the government, the tall-man could only offer so many options; restricting movement and requiring registration was insurmountably expensive for such a small area. So, it boiled down to the best alternative: increasing his own movement. A donkey was not befitting of a king's close friend, according to relatively new advisor. A mule, though a pretty white, was too large for even the tallest of his people. There were in fact, very few horses meant for the shorter races of this country. Though there were exceptions, for noblemen often have children wanting their own mount prematurely. Belatina was selected for her incredible resemblance to a daughter of the governor's, a dark red mane that was well-combed and washed every morning. That same pony had been pastured since her ladyship had grown out of riding the tiny thing, too small to be useful or appetizing. Chilchuck was hence gifted a small cart, the strawberry roan, and his first commission: Make maps of the surrounding areas to better facilitate trade, and root out young dungeons before they tried swallowing the earth again.
