Horse: "Call it a day. This sort of thing at your time of life. It's not right."
Cohen: "Blast that damn distress auction. This is what comes of buying something that belonged to a wizard. I looked at your teeth, I looked at your hooves, it never occurred to me to listen."
Horse: "Who did you think was bidding against you?"
* * *
"You know," said Cohen slowly, "I can remember when a man could ride all the way from here to the Blade Mountains and never see another living thing." He fingered his sword. "At least, not for very long."
* * *
Mica: "...[the merchant] said replanting would make the land easier to sell."
Cohen: "You can't sell Cutshade Forest. It doesn't belong to anyone."
Mica: "Yeah. He says that's why you can sell it."
* * *
"When I was just starting out in the barbarian hero business," said Cohen, "every bridge had a troll under it. And you couldn't go through a forest like we've just gone through without a dozen goblins trying to chop your head off." He sighed. "I wonder what happened to 'em all?"
"You," said the horse.
"Well, yes. But I always thought there'd be some more. I always thought there'd be some more edges."