Mike looked a bit annoyed, but plodded into the stall. "OK. But tell them I am in a hurry, please."
What an idiot, thought Ty. Well, it looked like the party was already going to be down one player. Having set the town up, he knew that these people atually hated centaurs - but they did make good use of them.
He watched as Mike looked around the large, dirty stall. It had obviusly been recently used by a large horse, probably one of the big draft animals the townspeople used to pull wagons and plows. The former human had not noticed that the blend of horse hide and human skin just below his waist was starting to creep upwards. Or that his equine body was getting a bit shaggier and larger.
Mike stretched out stiffness in his back and arms, and paced impatiently. He sniffed at the grain and scooped a handful up to his mouth. Crunching absently on the unhulled oats, he glanced back to where the man had walked off, but remained in the stall.
His chest was starting to drop into the barrel of his equine neck, and it was obvious that he was becoming a darker, more massive work animal. Yet the foolish centaur continued to chew handfuls of oats, unaware that the improved taste and easier chewing was due to the more equine structure of his jaws and teeth.
Ty began to get disgusted. This was too easy. Was Mike going to simply stand there and turn into a horse without even realizing it?