But of course! And in return, the Jokers kept the Deck-folk entertained, a little scared and completely off-base. A fair trade, really. She clasped his hand with a grin, then headed off towards Town.

"Come-come," she cajoled. "We'll go see Old Man Peterson. He has lots of warm, lots of clothes, and lots of other things to help." The stallion fell into step behind them, needing no direction to follow along.

"You can sleep in the barn with me and Dutchie, if you want. Or in Uncle Cynric's tree--I'm sure he won't mind."