The Moor

[Tiphon]

We danced with monsters through the night Tiphon is a silent spectator of the stallion. Curiosity and amusement lighten his grim features for the long while that he watches. The stranger enters with no regard to the borders and carries confidence outwardly on his sleeves. Unable to fault him (he can smell the outside scents of the world, unfamiliar to Beqanna) Tiphon makes a gradual descent with a welcoming manner molding him as the distance melts away. "Hello," he greets once within closer earshot. His molten gold eyes sweep across the other stallion, scrutinizing him, before leveling to his gaze. "I'm Tiphon and this is the Dale. Can I help you with anything?" A home. A rank. A family. He can only hope that perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope that he can revive his kingdom before he resigns from its throne. They need to increase their numbers. They need soldiers and diplomats and hardworkers. Tiphon can only hope that the stranger fits the criteria. Tiphon infection and starlace

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