When the dappled stallion appears in the open space between the tree trunks where Darrow lingers, the red beast sizes him up discreetly, without disrespect. The two stallions are of equal height and similar build, though the grey has a few years on Darrow, not that he judged him for it. He speculates that this might be Lepis’ counterpart but doesn’t voice his assumptions aloud. ”I am. My name is Darrow, Lepis extended an invitation to settle here if it suited me.”
The carmine stallion has a friendly and direct manner but his looks do have a roguish tilt that rightly suggests he could have come here as a troublemaker just as easily. He hasn’t, but perhaps if no one had come to find him he might have rustled up some trouble instead. Deciding to follow his earlier assumption that he stands before a king, he adds... ”I would guess that it might be up to you as well.”
Darrow
i've been a teacher and a student of hurt
i've kept my word for whatever that's worth
never been last but I've never been first
no, I may not be the best but I'm far from the worst
@[Arthas]