"Hard times call for hard measures. I hope she knows what she is doing. Tell me of this plan of hers, dont hold anything back." He says, resting a hand on the reins of the horse to relax the bite of it in the creatures mouth. His hand casually swivels from side to side, taking one last look at the forest he had called home for so long. He wasnt fond of castles or cities, but when the Princess came knocking on your door - so to speak - you answered. She was one of the few people that could make a person like him leave the forest, and not out of fear of having the forest burned down around him.