Blacktail Deer Plateau On the borders

"Yes," he agreed with a dip of his hoary muzzle, "we have laid down roots that will grow into a powerful tree that will flower and bear fruit over the years... at least, that's what I hope for." Peregrine's eyes twinkled as he spoke so... grandiosely. It certainly wasn't typical for him, yet something about Dante inspired his highest manners.

The swarthy leader accepted Dante's flattery and praise with a small smile and another nod. "Thanks, Dante. What do you mean, though, when you say you don't see the appeal of my situation? Do you mean leadership or something else?" he pressed, merely curious.