“Ah yes, that purple fellow with the dark mane.” Banquo certainly agreed on that. The King hadn’t seemed too pleased with the (probably conservative) noble’s arrival. The thought amused him for some reason but he deemed it a childish thing on his part and tried to hide a small smirk that threatened to ruin his otherwise cold expression. “It’s a good thing his glare can’t burn. He looked positively horrified we were being greeted with friendliness and warmth by the King himself.”
Yes, Bwana seemed like decent fellow and a fair ruler. Banquo only hoped this pride they had chosen, so lively and interesting in its history and customs, would remain peaceful in the coming days. He intended to stay as far away from the nobility and the subtleties of their concerns and purposes whenever possible.
“It is comfortable, I was very lucky.” The gray lion bowed his head just a little and took a few steps closer to his new home. “And it is I who should thank you. It’s good to know someone outside the forest. I suppose this is where we part then. Good day and good work, Derasan. Until we meet again.”
