There was more information than he had expected offered by the two vixens. They had been surprisingly well versed in the natures and in and outs of their respectful dwellings.
So there he had it, on one hand, a Kingdom known as the Gates a non mythical light or good habitation. A small kingdom with a "Mother tree", he was sure that would be an interesting curiosity. He was not unfamiliar with lands that had "places of power" as he liked to refer to them as, but each one was unique in its own way. On the other hoof were the lands of the Dale a mythical territory that remained neutral. He internally worked out that mythical was perhaps the title they used for those that had "talents" as he liked to refer to them as, the special little quirks that some equine possessed. His expression was indifferent to the information that some were set up as a matriarchy, this was not unheard of, so did not astound him. Though he raised a quizzical brow (if he had any) at the notion of an Angel presiding over the latter of the two domains. Perhaps she had only meant it as an analogy, though one could never assume. He simply nodded at the mention of castes, adjusting his weight as the conversation turned full circle back to himself.
He laughed, a pleasant noise unforced and with good intent."I do wonder how one manages to be both of war and peace" He responded to the statement of being both a warrior and a diplomat. That had to make life interesting, if not paradoxical. " I was born in what is named Gregor Valley, though I've wandered here and there most of my life. Parts of Trist and Nunnely Hill between lesser establishments, to be more exact. "He conversed rather pointedly and matter of fact, stating the certainties and leaving little room for fluff.
"Merely territories run by a male that claims and oversees the land, and their protections. The Head Mare usually leading the others between the summer and winter grazing locations. Few that are led by a Head Mare alone, nothing fancy."Had he shoulders he would of shrugged, as if to say nothing out of the ordinary here. "Of those lands we have a mixture of both equine with and without talents, I myself posses a rather precarious attribute." He ended his talking spell with the little tidbit most were interested in him for, the reason he was allowed in and out of so many realms on good graces, allowing him to build a rapport with otherwise fierce equines.
Though after he offered no more it was evident that he wasn't entirely forthcoming in a specific explanation. He didn't boast of his talents, he didn't go showing off or running around announcing to the world his practice. No he reserved that for when it was necessary to save his skin, or protect those with whom he had grown close to.
