"They're the Duke's men, aren't they?"

It would explain why those who weren't scared out their britches were strutting around the place like peacocks.

"Pehj is a rather good deterrent," Wilde agreed. And if potentially getting gored by a giant, angry goat didn't do the trick, the sword and bow usually persuaded others to leave Wilde alone.

Pehj, with almost uncanny intelligence in his eyes, perked up at the sound of his name, and stood, padding over to Lorne to see if he could sniff out snacks or the adulation he thought he was due.

"Not everyone is so lucky though," he said, tugging back on Pehj's reins. "Is there any way I can help?"