A moment passes where they both just stand there beneath the watchful eye of the cloudless sky and the sultry sun. Dark eyes glance over each other, but it is only a moment until Bahadır lets a sigh pass his lips. This stallion does not come here to wish his herd or his lands any harm. His ears rotate and stand erect within his mess of onyx mane as the man's words leave his lips. He introduces himself as Lukasz and that he has come here to seek a home for himself. The words put him at ease and visibly relaxes, the tension leaves his shoulders and his tail relaxes from its flagged position.

"Lukasz," he dips his crown as a sign of respect and then he continues. "You seem to me, to be agreeable and respectable."

He presses his lips together as he contemplates Lukasz's words. He knows that Shaydowfax waits in the shadows, she waits for a moment of weakness and soon she will return to challenge for the Dunes. Another stallion within the Dunes, another man here who could protect the borders would be wise.

"I will agree to you making this place your home. You are free to bring home mares and have your own herd within the Dunes," he pauses a breath, "I do my best to be just and fair, and make decisions that are hard but are a must when ruling a place as unforgiving as the Dunes."

"You will have the power to claim mares for your own and to challenge for some," he flicks his tail lazily across his speckled sides, "As long as they are not from Luthien."