Zain
The undead thing notes the peak of curiosity in the pale Queens face when he speaks of diplomacy. He looked nothing of the part, more so a grim reaper on its rounds of conjuring souls. She would know his true intent here soon enough and so he continues the facade a bit longer.
When she speaks of the statue and its namesake there is a glint in his red sockets. Blood was all it took to interest him. He had no affinity for horns or wings, that she now motions to, but he looks nonetheless as she displays her assets. The ever-present smirk still apparent on his tattered lips.
"I see," he comments plainly as his head turns again to the statue, noting now the rigid surface stained with what he knew was blood. Even though dried, the aroma still beckoned to the hellish creature.
Musings enter his mind, causing him to look about the land. "You do not strike me as the combative type," his gaze once again settles on the Queen, a quiet ponder entering his thoughts on if the mare is more than the golden ray of light she portrays.
A proposal sits on the end of his cursed tongue, but it is stifled by her inquiry of the dark Kingdoms overlord. He answers matter-of-factly, "Carnage, as always, Your Majesty."
With a cunning smile he awaits her reaction, if there is any, before taking a step towards the stone idol. His grotesque form moves with an uncanny ease, circling around the totem before coming to stand facing the Queen. "I do wonder if an entity of healing would suit your Kingdom more... I for one have no need for such magics," he says with an impassive shrug of his shoulder, "and Pangea, well, we aren't keen on healing per se." There is a moments pause to allow for consideration, "How about a barter?" He takes another step closer to the Queen, so they are only a whisper apart, "A healing waterfall for a bloody statue...?"
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Viszla
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.