[That question might have been directed only at Sigurdu's self, certainly few others seem willing to deal with the towering armored wall, but a response comes anyway from a baritone voice that can only be described as 'dark'.
It's a little ridiculous that such seems to be coming from a horned pony of all things, who's head only rises to perhaps Sigurdu's chest. But there's far more than animal intelligence in that steady gaze, and it does seem to actually be wearing clothing and armor.]
I have seen no parasprites however. What manner of creature are you? Where are you from?
[Although the tiny unicorn seems to be doing his best to maintain politeness, there's a sense that he's very used to being obeyed, and promptly, when he asks questions.]
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[That question might have been directed only at Sigurdu's self, certainly few others seem willing to deal with the towering armored wall, but a response comes anyway from a baritone voice that can only be described as 'dark'.
It's a little ridiculous that such seems to be coming from a horned pony of all things, who's head only rises to perhaps Sigurdu's chest. But there's far more than animal intelligence in that steady gaze, and it does seem to actually be wearing clothing and armor.]
I have seen no parasprites however. What manner of creature are you? Where are you from?
[Although the tiny unicorn seems to be doing his best to maintain politeness, there's a sense that he's very used to being obeyed, and promptly, when he asks questions.]