'Greetings, I am Gaelm, son of Éogar.

Have you chosen a pony for yourself instead of a horse? A Bree-pony would buckle under the load of someone of your stature! You must exchange it for a Bree-horse.

I would ask that you be careful though in your chose this time. My father already looks down on these Bree-steeds...I would not wish him to think those that ride them have addled wits.'