It had been some time since Oberon walked the lanes of his herd lands. A few more Arion had come to join them, bringing their trades and abilities. It was a welcomed sight to the old Stallion. While he still had some years left within him, Oberon was feeling the tests of time as he watched all these younger souls mill about. Raising his head up in pride, he passed through the blacksmith pavilion stopping admiring the arms and armor that were on display. While he hoped that these wouldn't be of any need in the near future. Too much bloodshed still stained his hooves and would never wash off. Turning his seagreen gaze away from the polished metal, he looked upwards towards those of his herd lived. Well the great majority of them at least. Soon he looked down towards the training grounds of the knights. All this was, in his mind, to protect his people from future threats. Frowning, the King shook his head as she descended the lane towards Market Square. He was interested in seeing what was brought in, what new fruits and crafts. With the imports open and others coming to the herd. Oberon was excited to see what could be added to their already bustling community..
"What wares shall we find today?" Oberon pondered as his wings flicked slightly at his sides before laying back down.
