"I knew your father," he says with a nod of his head. "He was kind to me and it would be dishonorable to turn his daughter away in her time of need. You and your associate are welcome to stay," he pauses before asking his question. "Who is your associate?" he wonders quietly who would be following after Xiomara.

His ears stand erect in his dark mane as she continues to speak, mentioning the upcoming war. His glacial eyes now flick to the woman's body, fresh wounds litter her roan coat. "Ah yes, the war." he says thoughtfully before changing the subject. "There are rumors floating around that a mare had unseated Warsaw from his throne," he pauses his lips hang open briefly. "What do you know of this?" he asks as his brow raises.

He eyes her curiously. What has happened to the King of Tinuvel? All of this has peculiar timing, especially with war looming on the horizon.






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