[Marley]

Fyn thought it would be a good idea to at least being one of the herd elders with him. He tended to get very spit-fiery when he spoke of things got too tense, and he didn't even need to talk to this Mage to know just how Rene he was right now. This wasn't something small, this was something totally life changing if done right, and thinking about it seriously screwed Fyn up. Next time, if there ever was a next time, he'd be sure to make his elders choose another bearer because he was meant for agility and speed and trading between lands, not to be bogged down with an abdomen full of future herd members. Whatever the case, and whatever the outcome, Fyn swore he would never take on the title of mother.

When the Mage appeared - or maybe a Mage and not the Mage be was supposed to be searching for - Fyn fidgeted awkwardly on his hooves, the reality of this suddenly all sinking in. "The herd is in... turmoil." He paused as he tried to figure out how to word what he intended to say. "We've been at war with another herd and we've lost many of our members, and our breeders are unable to impregnate the carriers." He frowned. "They sent me here to request if... If, uh, maybe you could work some of your magic on me?" He lightly tapped at his backside for emphasis. "Because if you're able to get it to work properly, they would like to request your help in potentially fertilizing all of the carriers back home. They'll reward you, but I guess that's only if their test subject-" Fyn pointed at himself jokingly. "-makes it through okay first. I know it's a lot at once, and sort of a crude request, but our numbers are dwindling by the day."