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It took Grace less than than five seconds, from the time the girl spoke, to deduce that she didn't like her. The nearby slave left a sour feeling in her stomach, and the tone of the questions reminded her of something slimy. There wasn't a fraction of authenticy to her, Grace thought. If there was anything she despised, it was fallacy of character.
She smiled brightly, a true diplomat. "About these horses in particular, or just horses?" Her question was innocuous, but her inferrences about this girl's intentions were less than savoury. If she would keep a coyote - and a young one, at that! - as a slave, she would do nothing good to a horse. She would have to tread carefully.
She spoke slowly, choosing words carefully. "I know plenty of horses. These are in good health, but not for long. The one these belong to, he knows nothing in the way of horses, and ought not be allowed to care for any creature." She flashed another smile, her demeanor pleasant and casual. "You'd not happen to know whose these are, would you?"