The boy with the staff was about to close the door when they followed him in. He waited until they entered and then shut the heavy door. "What can I do for you, centaur?"
Before Mike could answer, the boy on his back said "He's gonna be my warhorse! I wanna be a knight now!"
This made the stable boy grin. "The land can always use another noble knight. And what about your mighty steed? Is he a great black Shire stallion, a shimmering golden Clydesdale mare?"
Mike chuckled. "I'll take the Shire stallion, please." He looked around, but didn't see anything indicating a magic user might be in residence. "Um, I'm looking or a Wizard who's supposed to live in town. Do you have any idea where I can find him?"
The stable boy looked up at him with amusement in his eyes. "Right here!" He raised his staff and pointed it at Mike. "How else could you become a knight and horse?" There was flash of light, and then Mike cried out as great pressure and heat twisted his entire body. The discomfort only lasted a few seconds, but when Mike blinked and shook his head, he discovered a lot had changed. The child on his back was now a mature and handsome young man dressed in polished armor, a sword hanging from his saddle. A saddle that was on the back of a massive black warhorse. It took Mike a few more seconds to realize that he was seeing things quite differently, vision split by a black muzzle. No arms responded to mental commands. He was a Shire stallion!