Northstar Vale and we're slipping off the course that we prepared

the man who comes the greet her carries himself with importance, and though she can not bear the theatrics that is submission, she offers a careful dip of her muzzle all the same. "greetings," she echoes, surveying the impatient flick of his tail. to the point, then. 

"I want passage, though your valley. I did not know of your claim when I descended into it." the name he gives for this place is enough to incite interest, and intrigue presses forward sharpened auds. "do you lead here?" what, exactly, is 'here'? empire suggests a system of rank and prestige almost familiar, and how she longs for what once was.