[Myr only managed to get back to his watch after the second message came in; the resulting whiplash of revelations rather disrupted his planned advice.]

--What sort of tail is it, then?

[Since he can't ever help his curiosity. And,]

I'll get you the name of my farrier, for the hooves. The horns might be trickier--d'you think they'll grow in enough you'll get stuck on anything?