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Zulu nodded and dipped her crown to the two present mares, grateful for the information they had shared. Something about them, both of them, told a story. That they may have been through quite a bit in these lands and in turn gained great knowledge and experience. But Zulu couldn't have known any better; it was all in speculation. What she did know was that these two mares were of great help and comfort. Not long ago she was traveling alone in these woods, spooking at every turn and headed in a direction she herself was unsure of. She left her former lands to seek a new home. A new adventure. There was nothing left for her there. But being the young, slightly naive, and quick to act being she was, she had few plans and little idea of the new lands she entered. Now at least she had some guidance, and she was fortunate. Who knows what troubles and dangers the mare could have gotten herself into. This wouldn't have been the first time Zulu had made such a hasty, ill-informed decision. But setting out on her own was, by far, one of the biggest decisions she's had made.
The other unicorn, tall with striking red markings adoring her face, spoke briefly of the Foothills, along with the other herd lands. Dragon's Throat. World's Edge. The Basin. Zulu was intrigued, and itching to know more about this land, Helovia. And all in due time, one would hope, she would gain more knowledge about this new world."Many thanks, Artemis, for the information and your offer. It is greatly appreciated." She smiled gently and politely dipped her head again.
The painted maiden mentioned her own group, a group of so called "outcasts" that were smaller than the four major herds. The name of the group took Zulu by surprise. "The Assassins?" she questioned quietly. Thoughts of shady beings, blood, and death raced through the mare's thoughts, but only for a second. Soon they were replaced with the thought of adventure. Belonging. Besides, if the pleasant attitude and welcoming presence of the painted maiden Harmony was any testament to what the Assassins might be about, Zulu doubted the group was of the unsavory sort. She cocked her head slightly to the side, more interested than ever in what Harmony was speaking of.
"The group you speak of, the Assassins," she started, clearing her throat and speaking softly as to not sound too eager.
"Do they welcome others? I've no particular skill but I'm all too interested to learn more."
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