Estinien looked over the flock of sheep who did seem to be quite a bit more brutal than the ones he remembered handling back in Ferndale. They were giving him the side eye as if they knew exactly what he was trying to do. But he still had a good eye for this sort of thing, even if it had been countless years since he'd set foot in a sheep pasture.

"That one," he said, pointing at a particularly fluffy one. "See her eyes? She cannot see as well as some of the others; the wool has grown over them." Estinien paused, then crossed his arms and smirked. "I'd like to see how quickly you can shear a sheep, Lord Commander."