The moment he had heard Faelene's call back home, Crowley had been invisibly excited. This would be the first real mission given to him by the Plague, if his kidnapping of Lana didn't count, and to think that the organization was finally growing back into the fearsome group it was supposed to be, well... The stallion couldn't imagine that it would stop here, and that alone had his mind whirring with thousands of ideas.

His steps were ever so slightly faster than their normal pace, for he simply couldn't wait to arrive to the quaint land of the Foothills and put their task to motion. On the way, he found himself discussing the endless opportunities that would become of this mission. Of course, their traveling wasn't without shared views upon the naked equines and the hideously winged, nor talk of what they might do if things didn't go quite as planned. However, Crowley sincerely doubted they would have to worry about that happening. Another topic had been their magic abilities, and how they would prove useful. Shuler's impeccable ability to persuade others that he was telling the truth, even when he blatantly wasn't, would be a key factor in all of this. His own magic could prove a valuable asset, too, but he would have to be careful in it's uses so as not to be found out.

After their discussions had ended and they deemed themselves ready, the brindle walked alongside the dun, headed straight for the borders of the Windtossed Foothills. Not an hour before, the partner's in crime had agreed on a most devious plan. While a part of him hadn't wanted to bring any harm upon his brother, he knew it would only add faux truth behind their lie. Crowley had assured that no blood coated his horn nor his coat, for it would be all too obvious what they had done otherwise.

Drawing in a deep breath, the horned stallion came to a halt just as Shuler did, bending his neck to look upon the dun for a moment. He could tell that he was in pain, but hopefully, it would be quick to heal and wouldn't cause too much of a hinderance during their time here. "It won't be long now," he spoke up, before returning his golden gaze to the rolling hills stretched out before them. If the land had suffered as many changes as he'd been told, then he doubted it would take any time at all for someone to show up.

'Let the games begin,' came his thoughts, and mentally hating himself for it, the stallion dropped his head from its usual, arrogantly high position, impatiently awaiting the arrival of some unfortunate Foothills member. If looking like petty loser coming to seek accept meant success, then so be it.

ooc - If you lovelies would be so kind, to post whether or not one or both of these guys can use their magic on your characters, that would be great!