H-Hasan. The name is unfamiliar, which does not necessarily remove him from the pool of potential siblings but does reduce the likelihood far enough that Asmodeus can entertain the possibility of him posing no obvious threat. The true count of Solomon's children - both pre and post these islands - remains unknown to anyone other than Solomon himself, and it wasn't as though the two of them had shared a relationship close enough to which either would be probing. In truth, Asmodeus would not be surprised if Solomon had surpassed triple digits, which probably meant he was related to half of the islands.

There is a heaviness to the man's demeanor that Asmodeus cannot easily place, one that makes him want to probe beneath the surface until the truth is extracted - willingly or not. He carries a weight that the patchwork stallion does not have the experience with which to identify, and it leaves him both curious and on edge. What secrets does Hasan keep behind those pained eyes?

Still, he will gain the Desert no allies, prisoners, or members by leaving the other tobiano to die of thirst. So as he makes his request again, Asmodeus nods and shifts his weight, metaphorically "opening" the path inland toward the rest of the herd. "Of course," he murmurs, his gaze never leaving Hasan. He lifts his nose in the direction of the oasis but does not trouble the man with more questions until they reach it, despite how keenly he pays attention to each minute movement the monochrome man makes.

The oasis is fair-sized, it's edges rimmed with a layer of mud from the number of souls that have drank from it. Their tracks are still fresh, but Asmodeus does not particularly fear being interrupted. The Desert residents are all still learning about each other, and tend to keep to themselves so far. In time, Asmo hopes that he will be able to change this, but it is enough for now that they are here. The chimera pushes past a stand of a tall reed until his large hooves carry him far enough forward that he, too, can lower his head to drink. It might be smarter to offer no weaknesses to the stranger, to keep his head up and eyes watchful, but Asmo was learning the hard way that sometimes trust had to be extended before it could be expected back.

"What brings you to the Desert?" He finally asks, letting the cool water drip from his chin as he lifts his head, returning his piercing gaze to his newest brother.

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