[center][h3][b][color=a187be]Lorenzo of Windor[/color][/b][/h3][/center][hr]
Lorenzo sat on the horse, watching the scene unfold as he fumbled with the hood of his cloak. This new... Hermit fellow was oddly familiar to the hound trainer outside of his musical talents. He felt like he had met the man a few years prior in an actual conversation, but he had no idea if such a situation was true. It was after the fated incident, and he forwent recalling the good times he had with Loyal during then. Now he had to look towards the future and try to get out of this depressive spell. He really needed to leave the house anyhow.

Martyrdom, on the other hand, walked right up to the Hermit and sat down a few feet in front of him, his eyes staring directly at the Hermit and his tail wagging at a hundred miles an hour. Lorenzo sat atop the horse and watched. He knew Martyrdom better than most, so this was his way of asking someone for a head pat. Lorenzo wasn't fond of the hound much, but the hound knew who to trust and who to not, surprisingly. If the Hermit was a friend to Martyrdom, he could be trusted by Lorenzo.