"Hm."

The possibility of just posting a bunch of horse pictures and getting a lot more business because of it is tempting. It would be easy, because Geralt has plenty of horses and he loves all of them with the entirety of his weird, ex-con heart. He'd have to have a phone that could handle things like Instagram, though, and he sure has hell doesn't have that.

So Jaskier's a recent move, recent enough that he's still in the process of putting everything away. That explains, at least, why he's hanging around here by himself instead of out with friends-- he doesn't have any in the area. But a young guy like him will probably make friends quickly and have better things to do with his time than ride horses on his days off.

"I usually take groups," he says. "But I'll have time in the evening. Around five. Could take you up and have you back before sundown."

Nothing too strenuous, but there were some easier trails that wouldn't be bad for a late afternoon ride. Had some nice sights, wouldn't be too taxing on the horses, it'd give Jaskier what he wants out of a trail ride. He really does need to get Roach out for some exercise, too. And Ciri would have the house to herself for a little longer tonight, she always liked that. Teenagers and their sudden need for personal space.

"It's fine if you don't want to stay that long. You can schedule something another time."