Here come the Comedians - Magnus/Lucrezia/Sinew/any

[magnus]

Unannounced or not, few things cross the border without Magnus knowing about it.

His gold-flecked eyes sharpen as the pair makes their way into the land—the mare quiet and obedient, the stallion gold and soot and with a limp he can spot from far away. Still, despite the obvious, even blatant, sign of physical weakness, something twists in Magnus’ gut, something rings warning bells in his head. So he doesn’t waste time in moving himself from his place of elevation along the border; he does not waste time in turning his nose toward the spot where they have stopped, his path following along quickly.

He, however, is not the first to arrive. Part of him wishes that Lucrezia was not so hawk-eyed, was not so good at her position, but only because he is uneasy about the idea of her alone with them. These fears, however, are pushed to the side when he arrives, coming up her side, his handsome face wiped clean of anything when he comes to a stop. He does not know their source, cannot know that they have simply beat him to the punch, and so he only drops his head into a traditional greeting to them both.

“My name is Magnus,” he offers, wondering why any information felt like a weapon to relinquish into their hands. His gold-flecked eyes wash over the both of them and his shoulders straighten. He had no reason to treat them poorly, to abuse them, and so he does not—yet. But it is clear in the scars that ripple across his shoulders, in the steady way he holds their gaze, that he is not someone to be trifled with.

“Is there something that we can help you with?”

Because they did not look like someone who came to their shores without purpose.

out of the blue out into the loneliest place that you'll ever know
I carried the world just as far as I could but the damage had taken its toll