[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas seemed conflicted, irritated at not being able to not directly ask to meet this prophet in the future, but, understood. A dragon laguz though... They featured rarely in Exile legends, but, their wisdom and powers were well known. The rare tribe of their kin blessed with other magics. "Well... Maybe in some stories, but, yes. I hadn't made a link from my knowledge of his family to any tales in my home. Thank you for your advice on meeting the Lion King, we would wish to speak well with her, I'm sure." He said properly, politely. He studied Madoc as they talked, doing his best to watch out for any oddness to him or social cues he could follow.

Airitech

Barnabas considered, eyes twitching lightly, pupils darting towards Airitech and away, sniffing. He seemed perhaps more... comfortable with Airitech's presence, some small signs of tension or inner carefulness fading "There are some tales involving a name like Artoria I know of. A warrior, a diplomat, a priest, exiled even from our own lands, or left out of love for a beorc or on a divine mission from the gods." He explained, thinking about the tales the different wolf packs had told, variants of history repeated and discussed, to entertain and remember. "I liked the warrior ones myself, in my youth.But I started appreciating the tragedy and romance of the other ones later. If she's the same we speak of, opinion would be divided? I would only know the stories about her I'm afraid, and tales of Laguz-kin afar."

Lain

Barnabas blinked at her, and slowly nodded, subtly adjusting himself as he stepped to the side against a wall to talk with her. "Yes Lady Lain? How can I help?" His voice rumbled softly, curious and willing to listen, as he put his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly. As big as he was, his posture remained politely submissive, no aggression in his large eyes, a careful attentiveness.