[Evil Tink]

"Alicia..." came Solomon's voice in a threatening manner. He was currently on the far west side of his property, tending to the stables as he was having his horses shipped back over here of course. After their arrival and once they have settled, he would have Rilov put through surgery to realign his knees. He frowned, hefting the wheel barrel of old bedding out to the back. Rilov could never race, but he'd be a good short ride horse at least. "I think you've over stepped your boundaries on my property. Perhaps you should leave."