The stallion brought a hoof over to his neck. He felt the scars that were being made within it and let out a shiver. His hoof lowered itself and he allowed a deep sigh through his nostrils. "Ah, yes... Uhm, a-allow me to start by the beginning. We, ventured from Trottingham to these plains and just before we set up camp, we came across a mare that didn't spoke that much at us so we didn't spoke back. Quite curious if you ask me," he said with a voice that was hinting towards fear.