It is bait that Tuo is only too willing to accept.

The eccentric storyteller peers into the stables, glimpses Detlef at his cozy spot by the fire, and promptly steps inside. "You have the right idea," he informs the stablemaster lightly, then looks towards the stalls where the horses drowse.

A stout-looking grey dappled mare pricks up her ears upon his arrival, and Tuo walks over to her and affectionately strokes a hand down the white blaze of her nose. "I hope she hasn't been giving you any trouble," he says to Detlef.