Soon enough it happens, a peculiar grey stallion confronts him, in a casual calm state. He seems friendly enough, with little hesitation he spoke. Ghastly vocals carrying a breathe between words,"Pleasure to meet you Brynmore, I'm Daey." He pauses for a bread moment before continuing. "Might as well." He rasped.
His ivory lobes perk as the femine vocals of a mare enter the conversation, with a flick of a pear tail an alabaster mare scoots by to sip from the crisp waters. Daey refrains from staring and returns his attention to the grey brute before him, soon enough he finds the mare as simply decided to jump in.
In a lady like manner, she tippy toes into the conversation entering with a classic line he had used multiple times in his past days of recruitment. He finds her little introduction suitable enough for Brynmore to continue in explaining the ways of his kingdom.
The pale man's Crimson orbs switch left to right only to find tha mare continuing to speak, wondering of his name. His vocals chords had far had enough of speaking for multiple years yet he responded gallantly, raspy chords clashing with a hint of confidence in the presence of the women,"It's Daey. If you don't mind Padema would you care to share about your kingdom?" He questioned politely allowing a dip of the head to be added.
His attention so returned to Brynmore as he awaited to hear about both The Tundra and Heavns Gates.
D・a・e・y
He's so bad
But he does it so well