my shadow tilts its head at me,
spirits in the dark are waiting.
Rhonan leads him in relative silence. Talking isn’t his skill. Possibly other’s find him rude for his lack of conversation, he has no idea, and doesn’t really care. He answers questions, certainly, point’s maybe a handful of semi-useful knowledge out on the way. He doesn’t really know what others would actually find useful, other than like “these are such and such and kingdom’s borders, and they hate the Valley”. Because 99% of the time, they hate the Valley.
There’s a reason they are only allied with the Chamber. He’s often oblivious, but not entirely stupid.
Eventually, they come to the firewall. He snarls at the thing slightly, turning to Blayd. “It’s going away.” He says, pulling a shadow portal into existence in front of them. ”Only way through without the mark. Which I refused. That’s going away too.”
He steps through the portal, not waiting for Blayd. He figures the stallion will follow if he wants to join the Valley. If he doesn’t, well then he probably wasn’t worth very much anyway. But he doubts that’s the case. Even if he’s a terrible judge of character, he’s sticking to his assumption this stallion will prove himself useful.
The portal drops him far enough away from the firewall to feel comfortable, and he turns and waits for the other.
rhonan.