
Wandering around Balthazaar hasn't the slightest clue where he is. Nor has he really been paying attention. His thoughts roam all over the place as he tries to think of whether he should stick with a herd or whether to go off traveling. He has been getting tired of the scouting and quite frankly being in a large group isn't really cutting it for him. His hoof strikes a rock and he almost trips, but at the last moment he catches himself and shakes his head. He should probably pay attention. That was close. Yet after trotting forward a few hundred feet he slips back into his thoughts. Not paying attention to anything around him.
Duke Edward Drake