The familiar sound of a creaky wagon and hooves came up. Pony had been so annoyed and while he tried to enjoy sleeping in the cart, he needed to see someone to talk to. He hadn't been able to make friends with anyone except one person. He knew it was because he had been so busy and not because he perhaps was less charming than he believed himself to be.

The man leaned against the door frame, letting his head rest on it as he remained exhausted, even this many days later. He told himself he just wanted to see someone to talk to and not that he yearned for a sympathetic ear and someone to be on his side for once. His hand knocked on the door briefly, trying not to be too loud. The last thing he needed was to be lectured by a maid.