"I will see."
Apparently this unknown male didn’t know or understand the concept of directness. All Brynmor had done was blindly stating the truth. Not because he thought of it as really important, but he knew damn well that other kingdoms weren’t pleased if you just crossed their borders like that. And a call was simple to make, most of the time someone would respond quite quickly if their attention was requested. All you had to do was wait.
The graying blind man snorted softly, tossing his head in the air, but his unseeing gaze didn’t move away from the direction of the stranger. ”I asked you to respect the borders, I didn’t say you weren’t welcome” he replied, still just as direct as before. An empty smile pulled slightly on his lips, caused by the deep sigh his imaginary friend exhaled. ’Idiots, really. We didn’t mention anything about Hurricane or if the Tundra seeks warriors’ his friend whispered mockingly in his mind soon after and Brynmor could only agree. ”I know” he replied softly.
Even though he couldn’t actually see the stallion turn to walk away, he could hear the movement the other made. The crackling snow made that very clear. Brynmor didn’t make any preparation to follow the stranger, he wouldn’t be able to keep up anyway. ”If you would want a place among the Tundra’s warriors I can offer you one, but it’s Hurricane himself that holds final judgement.”
"Through your secret."
OOC: ’Italic’ is what the imaginary friend in his head says (and thus only Brynmor can hear him) and ”colored” is what Brynmor actually says out loud.