Alluring Offer

Truthfully, Horhir was rather stressed out about doing negotiations, which was yet another reminder that he was not as pure of an undead as he wished himself to be, were he more like Loimos, this apprehension would simply not exist, only the cold calculations of how it could go right or wrong would exist in the knight's mind, approaching the small village on the back of a horse with long, thin legs, which looked more like a mass of fur as it was so thick and long that it dragged upon the swamp, as no battle had been declared upon the north, there was no need to worry, not only was Horhir attempting to negotiate something, he was also seeking to put in place a friendly occupation.