[@Cyrania] "Ah, yes. That must be who Wimsey is. I know my eyes are getting bad but I was sure I didn't see anyone else with you."
He lets out a little raspy chuckle that evolves into a cough.
"Yes, yes, there is stabling for your friend. might need a bit of a cleanup though. Hmmm, we should get more horses in the future."
As he trails of in thought Gallen leans over the table. "Sorry to say, but until we start making money, our guild is this old man's run down farm." He notions to Al. "But another horse will be useful, especially since we are stuck as messengers for now. We have to find a way to get our name out there..." 
He looks around the small group clearly waiting for a response.