Argento is pleased to hear a quick approach. He turns his head to watch a dark bay mare hurry down the cliffside toward him, her demeanor prickly and defensive. Good, they are already on their guard, he thinks, not realizing that it’s for good reason: the Lagoon has already been stealing away Peak mares, his family included, but Gent has mostly stayed out of Lagoon business and kept away from the captive mares, so he is unaware of this - though, naturally, he’s had suspicions, given the Peak and Lagoon’s history.

He is smiling brightly at the mare even as she barks a question at him, his blue eyes sparkling appreciatively. Clearly Khar’pern has not mentioned him, but then, why would she? Mares tend not to advertise their trysts, especially if they are Peak mares and their partners are Lagoon stallions.

“Afternoon, miss,” he replies, light as a breeze. “It’s good to see your eyes and ears are sharp. The name’s Argento, or Gent, if you like, and if your sense of smell is as sharp as your eyes and ears, I’m sure you can tell where I come from. Honestly, the air is so much fresher over here; all that musk makes it hard to breathe sometimes.”

As if to reinforce his point, a cool finger of mountain air tousles his forelock, and he breathes it in appreciatively. “Anyway, I suppose I won’t waste your time. The state of things in the Lagoon is a bit… hairy right now, and it’s become increasingly hard to ignore. I’ve always had a soft spot for you ladies, and I don’t mean the literal kind that most stallions have. My mother was a Vulcan, so this was my first home, and it turns out I have something of an interest in what happens to it.

“So I thought I would extend a hoof and offer my… intelligence. Things are afoot, and I’d hate to see you unaware and unprepared.” Gent’s eyes bore solemnly into the mare’s. There is no longer laughter in them, only keen earnestness.