The sign got a soft chuckle from him as he stepped out. It wasn't much of a deterrent to more determined squatters, but it would have to do. The Medicine Seller had plastered a few paper talismans on the walls inside to keep the darker entities away.

As much as the Medicine Seller liked riding behind Arthur, the man had a point. It was all well and good during the colder months when the Medicine Seller was neatly bundled under nearly half a dozen layers and any passers by could hardly tell his gender at a glance. But summer would be upon them soon, and he'd be out of his layers while traveling, and people did a lot worse than sneer in disapproval at unconventional couples.

For now, however, he settled himself comfortably on Buell's back. The horse was like a sofa with legs and he gave the beast an encouraging pat. No treats today, but that would be remedied soon enough when he'd foraged some.

"I have never had a horse before. Normally such a privilege would have been reserved for those serving a lord."

Well, back when there had been lords. But that wasn't even half a century ago; not a long time at all for the Medicine Seller who was only a couple decades off from his nine hundredth birthday.