I stopped at a merchant's business and I traded my second sword for a purplish traveling cloak and some provisions and then I was off again. The stallion seemed as eager as I was to be free of the city. I named him Urgallon on the spot.
I'd had a pig named that as a boy and the horse beneath me reminded me of him. It was a strange name I had to admit, but it was a familiar one and it came from back in my early childhood, when things really hadn't needed to make much sense.