No

Let the servants worry about the sounds in the stable, you have great deeds to accomplish!

Spurring your fine mount onwards, you head towards the King's Forest. There have been rumors of elves skulking about. You take this as a personal affront, as you were the one who drove the tree-hugging dandelion-eaters from the forest two years ago. Thier "compassion" and "love for all of nature" were no match for human-forged (well, forged by dwarven slaves, anyway) steel.

Still, you wish you had spared some of those svelt elvish maidens... surely a thought to keep a man warm on cold winter nights. Unlike the industrious dwarves or sycophantic gnomes, the delicate elves had little use other than pleasure slaves.

Spurred on by thoughts of blood and lust, you pass below the canopy of the King's Forest.