...The Imperial Capital of what? While he's curious, Alfyn knows he has no context for anyone else's world and would need to sit down for quite the story--and Bulat's already steering them away from that conversation. He tucks the question into his mental satchel for another moment.

"Huh. Uh, I think you could do either, long as they're the same sort and shape of animal if you're using a pair. You don't want one going a lot faster than the other or pulling the plow lopsided, is all... I think?"

Rubbing his chin, Alfyn considers the ceiling for wisdom from above, then laughs.

"I'm from a farming village, but I knew I wanted to be an apothecary since I was real young. I helped out in the fields when I could, but I don't have the same know-how built up as my neighbors."