Detlef grins as Tuo comes in, straightening up to grab a mug.

"She's been as well-behaved as one could hope," he assures the man. Not like animals tend to be otherwise, when he's tending them, but she's done well. Detlef likes the mare.

"Mulled wine? And how has your visit been going? Are you ready to make a home here yet?" His voice is teasing. There are times he envies Tuo the freedom of the road, but there are a lot of reasons he's at a sort of peace here in Northcliff Pass.