Of Hamilton & Yasmine
It doesn't take long for a mare to show up, though her behavior momentarily confounds him. She doesn't speak, not even to offer up her name, and he thinks that this is rather odd recruiting behavior. A quick skim of her mind reveals that she has not approached him on behalf of any kingdom. Perhaps she is mute, and seeking a home herself? He is polite nonetheless, knowing that others were more likely to be willingly useful towards you in the future if they recalled that you had treated them decently in the past. One never knew, after all, when one might need a favor or two...that old saying about burning bridges comes to mind. "Hello...my name's Voltage. What might I call you? " A silent thread of words touches his mind suddenly, and he tilts his head as the "speaker" arrives to stand some distance away. Other than himself and Hamilton, this winged male was the only other telepath he had known of; it didn't seem to be a very common ability.
No, he agrees in turn. Words are as easy to toss about as a handful of dust. Kharon mentions a mercenary living in his land, and his curiosity stirs despite himself. Truly? What might this mercenary's name be? He privately doubts that this stallion could be one of Nexa's band, as he had been, but there was always the possibility. A third horse joins the growing party, and Voltage shifts so that he can keep an easy eye upon all three of them, turning his back to none. Old habits were hard to break, and he's in no hurry to break that particular one. The third newcomer is surprisingly young, but he had been no older when he had been basically kidnapped by Nexa and her then-mindless puppet, Archer. Props to the lad if he was already out and working to aid his kingdom, despite his youth. He repeats his name in case it had gone unheard by the colt, then falls silent, his gaze drifting back and forth among the group. He knows why they're here; they know why he's here. Let the dance of persuasion begin anew.
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