Knock, knock; Any

[Errant]

The boy doesn’t seem too terribly concerned by his newly grown coat, something that pleases Errant. There are stranger things in the Tundra, and this one is far more benevolent than most. He’s grateful too, and much more verbose than the Errant. Errant has never turned anyone into a frog; he imagines it would be rather difficult. Would they still have their logical, equine brain or would they be replaced by the eat-breed-die instinct that drive the little amphibians. It would be a punishment, that is for sure. The older stallion listens politely, but there is a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as the boy chatter on. While there is nothing to suggest that he doesn’t want to be a warrior, Errant wonders if perhaps Crito’s time as the sole diplomat of the Tundra is finally coming to an end.

“Hello Yronwood,” he says after the boy has finished speaking. Coming from the Jungle is not something he’d expected the boy to say, but he supposes since they are allied with the kingdom and they are family, this is as a good a place to any to come. “Dorne was my granddaughter,” he tells Yronwood, realizing even as he says it that this boy’s existence makes him a great-grandfather. Is he really so old?

“You are more than welcome to stay in the Tundra,” He adds, in case that wasn’t clear with the admission of their relation. “You have plenty of family here. Uncles mostly, but I have a daughter a few years younger than you, and your great-grandmother is here as well. I imagine she’d like to meet you.” Lea, I’m sure, would love to meet this distant descendent of ours. She had missed so much in her time…away. “Would you like to just lvie here, or are you interested in joining the Brotherhood as well?”