RunItsANazgul

Haves gave a nervous chuckle upon hearing Jims' remark on his horse. Coming from a poor farming family, he knew only too well the frustration of an inefficient beast of burden and their knack of hindering the simplest of tasks.

"Aye, I fully understand your unease of travelling with stubborn or old animals. Even a short as trip from Bree can feel like you're naviga'in the Misty Mountains."

An obscure thought struck his mind at that moment, and his eagerness to start conversation with the nearby dwarf had laid to rest omnipresently in the back of his mind. His obliviousness to the dwarf's keenness to pick a fight with a nearby elf remained persistent as he turned his attention to the stout being.

"I can't see dwarves even bein' all too fond of horses at their peak health eh?" Haves said as pleasantly as he could, directing the conversation to the well-travelled dwarf. "Do yer use em' at all for manual labour maybe, or 'praps poneys?"

He shrugged hopelessly at Jims, hoping that his curiosity wouldn't be too offensive.