Much blood. Yes, Ghost could imagine there would have been blood spilt in these parts. In her mind this place was a dark place, not for its current inhabitants, but from her past experience or lack of. A perfect world would have seen this land as her home, the place she should have felt the most secure, except she looked upon it now with a guarded eye and a scared memory. Her thoughts filled by her mother that the place was no good and she should never return here, but here she was, stood on its borders. Mother would have disagreed, but mother was not here and she had already climbed higher that her dam could ever achieve. It was time she made her own judgements. Midas clearly valued this place and the Cadaverous stood dutifully by his side.

The first to arrive was a bulky stud, all fur and dispassion. His proffered greeting to Midas was much warmer than that he offered her and Ghost simply stared back at him blankly, her cold exterior boring into his macho makeup. Captain. Dauntless. Archibald. He was titles and bluntness, a bear but not the toy kind and though many might find him quite stifling, Ghost preferred this kind of personality. They were much easier to understand and respond to. Near him was a carnivore, a dog, also puffed up in hair and the banshee was sure that behind those velvet lips were rows of sharp teeth. An interesting companion, but one well matched it seemed for a Captain. Midas greeted him familiarly whilst the Cadaverous remained silent as the next stepped into the fray. This one of the winged race, blue lacing her pale body to make her intriguing enough to look at and she was quite a lot smaller than the beast who stood next to her. Parelia the Glazier. So the soldier and the artist had turned up, an interesting combination to say the least. Atop the mare’s shoulders was a falcon and Ghost began to wonder if it was becoming an increasing trend to be followed around by a creature that was not a horse.

The Gallant pressed on with proceedings with a kind introduction to which the banshee took the opportunity to finally greet them both with the same mutual nod. ”A pleasure” it wasn’t really, but her voice rang with pretend sincerity, there was no need to piss off the welcome party now was there? Midas might not appreciate her facetiousness.

An alliance was mentioned and Ghost watched their faces with intent to see how they might respond. Wasn’t the Edge former allies? What would they do if this failed? Would Midas agree to travel to the Aurora Basin? At least some of her questions might be answered today. ”With the land currently plagued by mysterious deaths, rekindling ties might keep both our families remain safe and, of course, opportunity to share resources is always an open option. We come with friendship and hopes of diplomatic discussion.” She spoke after Midas, her vocals held no clear emotion, but she was confident in her delivery.