"I'm from a town a few days north of the Imperial Capital. Larger than this one, but not quite a city. I've never actually done out-and-out farmwork, but when it comes down to it, it's just hard work, right?"

Bulat actually doesn't like talking about where he's from, but Alfyn's easy to talk to, and he spills more than the absolute nothing that he meant to before deflecting to the present.

"You look like a sturdy guy yourself, but if you, say, need a boulder carried from one place to another, or someone to fill in for an horse and pull a plow around, all you need to do is ask me nicely."

He taps his chin.

"Horses are the ones you hook up to a plow, right? Or is that oxen?"

He's seen both pulling carts, but hasn't really paid much attention to what they do off the roads.