A voice spoke, but it wasn’t the winged mare, his gaze drifted over to the painted filly. Of course a hornless piece of trash would join the group, but she was young so he would tolerate her presence. “Yes child, where is your family? Now is not the time for children to be running about unsupervised.” His words were harsh and had a grim edge to them. Quite the contrast there was between himself and the striped stallion, but that wouldn’t put a damper on Déodat’s efforts. Once if the striped one chose to come home with him would he give any knowledge about the darkness brewing within that monstrous marsh. Whatever the child chose to do, didn’t affect the Blood Prince so he shifted his attention back to the newcomer.
“We would love to have you Amadeus, should you decide the pat of the cold north is the one for you… Though if life alone is more to your taste, I will give you a warning, there is something evil lurking within certain corners of Helvoia. I discourage you from facing it alone.”
Bears the name of "Battle Born"