The Commons had been an empty trip the last time. Though interesting, still he had come home with nothing. The pony stallion soon decides to try his luck again
As the large stallion comes into veiw he stops. His eyes grow wide as memories flash before them. He was a young child laughing and playing with his father. Ironclad chases him through the jungle of their home until he stumbles upon the stallion. He remembers being intrigued by the stallion's face marking, and the rest of him really.
He watched as the stranger was directing a young filly back home. The child was around his age so he had wanted to meet them. Suddenly, his father leapt from somewhere behind him. Ironclad charged the stallion and tried to bit him. This was all he remembers as reality came fluttering back. He knows exactly who this is.
Father had told him about Tyr some time after that interaction. The stallion was one of his hit list. Warwick calls to the large brute, his gait quick as he hurries towards him. Was he truly ready to carry out this first task? This was the first time any of them have been within his grasp.
"I think the Cove looks like a good gravesite for you." He grumbles as he slows in front of the much taller stallion. It was now or never. He claims the old brute with the intent of herding him into the sea. The Shore would have been more cinematic, but there was no time to waste. He was waited years for this kind of encounter.