Looks good! One of our other members has a horse that has a skull tattooed on his face, so they should hang out.
The display from the horse brought a snort and toss of the head from Viggo. Ezekiel, listening to their conversation as best he could, nudged his own horse and warned him to settle with a low mimic of a whinny. Turning his face back up to the woman, Ezekiel turned both ears forward to listen to her explination. Both her accent and phrasing was foreign to him, and he found them interesting to say the least. But the purpose of her arrival was clear—she wished to join the clan.
“This is Inferni,” he explained, unsure of whether or not she knew them. “Tell me what your services,” he used her word, a charming but plastic smile gracing his scarred face. “, might provide for us and we’ll see if there’s a place for you here.” Simple and to the point. He had greeted strangers before, but this time opted not to be so abrasive. After all, she had neither been rude nor aggressive with him.
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