One pony, a red-coated mare, spoke up a mere moment after he had finished.  "That's no choice at all.  I don't know about this 'minion' thing, but if it means food, hearth, and a chance to practice my art?  Count me in."  Forgath nodded, and noticed that her mark was a round-headed brush of some kind, tipped with black.  Painting?  Calligraphy?  He could surely find a use for such things.