[AW] Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

[Raymond]

He offered a perfunctory, appreciative smile. There was no telling how long it would take him to make his way to and through the deserts of Solterra, but having said it he fully intended to follow through. The red stallion might regularly sound frivolous in his chosen topics of conversation, and at times it was difficult to describe his manner as anything other than flippant when he was not fully engaged in a situation, but he never spoke lightly. If he said he would like to show up, then he would show up when he could.

Or, you know, get eaten by sand wyrms. But that would be a meal that they'd have to soundly earn before tucking in.

Be careful not to get lost. In the desert, that is. If you do come.

Raymond chuckled again, this time his whole body dedicated to his morbid mirth. He was too sharp to ever completely rule out the possibility of his own death, but he rarely planned for it. That'd just give him an excuse to up and do it. "Well, if you're ever out there on patrol and find my bones, just pour one out for me okay?"

Reining in his laughter, he nodded once more as a farewell to the grulla mare and turned back to spectacle unfolding onstage.

Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around

@Teiran - exuent stage left, pursued by bear