Brayharts

Recorded by Grey Scholar Cael of Heartwood:

Brayharts are everywhere in the Witchwood, pulling ploughs, hauling carts, and seldom complaining.

Though perhaps “seldom” is a touch optimistic. They are famously ill-tempered. Most scholars agree this is a consequence of selective breeding, though I have yet to meet a farmer who admits to selecting for it.

They are perfectly adapted to the sparse vegetation here, happily eating grass, moss, brambles, and one hat that I was particularly fond of.

Their sturdy frames allow them to carry huge burdens, though not much faster than a person. It is possible to ride one. Attempt only if your feet are in a truly desperate state.