Traders, not traitors

*Tyrian*

Being equal parts suspicious and self-sufficient, Tyrian had neglected what others in his position likely would have considered a necessary facet of governing. Not once in his reign had Tyrian sought out his neighbors and tried to make friends, or at the very least tried to suss out potential allies from potential foes. He liked to think himself too busy, but that wasn't true. It was a lack of interest, perhaps, combined with a stiff-necked pride and a penchant for letting the cards fall where they may.

For that reason the foreign scent on the breeze and the fading echos of a howl put his head on a swivel. Tyrian may not have felt the need to go out to the packs and play the part of an important political big man, but he wouldn't sneer at those that came to his border for similar reasons. At least not right away. He had curiosity to satisfy first.

As he approached Tyrian considered the pair, his gaze open and unabashed. They were a bit of an odd couple, but he could see nothing amiss about their manner or appearance that immediately piqued his suspicion. The younger, he mused, could have passed for a bastard brother of his, but given the unlikelihood of that it didn't warrant more than an amusing thought. "Gentlemen," he said smoothly, his gaze settling on the elder who he assumed would take point. "What brings you to Fireside?" Once directly across the border from the pair, Tyrian stopped walking, his head tipping to the side slightly in casual consideration.

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Traders, not traitors

Hallows diplomacy meeting

Tyrian