Selvarin

The situation between Umbrithar and Alveria had grown more tense by the day, Demons growing more restless and irate as a consequence. How to quell that, Selvarin wondered as she walked along the beaten path away from the main palace of Erel'Thun, towards the more forested area which harboured creatures of all kind. Her escape, however fleeting, from duties she knew she'd soon have to return to. A fence served as a barrier for the massive beasts in the distance—though it was more a formality than a true restraint. If they ever decided to break through, nothing would stop them. They resembled bison, but were far larger, their thick coats shaggier, their horns heavier, and their sheer size dwarfing most Demons.

Beyond the lush bushes and trees, she reached a sturdy barn—its worn timbers sheltering the beasts within. Stepping through the open doors, Selvarin inhaled the earthy scent of hay, the distinct huffs of Ambicorns filling the air as they became aware of her presence. One in particular, nearly the size of the largest horse breeds, threw its head back in a vicious display, its sharp teeth bared like jagged stones in the spotted sunlight, eyes gleaming with wild, unsettling energy. This display might have intimidated most, if they were unfamiliar with the beasts. From the Ambassador however, it drew a low melodic laughter. "Duskvarn, what a delight to find you in such good spirits, my friend. Had a good morning, I trust?"

Unlike Unicorns, with their sleek coats, singular horns, and deceptively pristine reputations, Ambicorns were their nightmare counterparts—larger, carnivorous, and hostile, but fiercely, unshakably loyal. They were just as capable of being careful with the power their held within their imposing frames. As Selvarin approached Duskvarn to gently run her hand over his head, the beast pushed its entire head into her arms instead.

"Mornin', sure, if you reckon stirrin' trouble and nickin' their food's a proper way to kick off th' day." A voice rang out, harsh and gruff in its accent, unmistakeable in that tone that she knew would have thrown Calzarius into a fit due to its lack of propriety. Torlan, the resident Beastmaster that held more love and loyalty for the creatures under his care rather than the people around.

Turning to greet him, Selvarin faltered slightly when she saw he wasn't alone. By his side stood CraveU user, someone she hadn't expected to see today. They had met regularly within the palace, but for them to be... here. A brief pause, and then Selvarin offered them a softer smile. "Ah, my apologies. I did not realize Torlan had company. How do you fare this morning?"