Zandrok

You carefully take notes near the altar, hearing the quiet snorts and soft clatter of Zandrok's hooves as he was displeased.

You remember that day like it was yesterday. An early rise to have time for morning prayer and breakfast. While you were about to stretch, your shoulders were suddenly grabbed, lifted, and placed on the floor.

Well, no one can judge you for being scared, right? Your screams brought the elder seers running, who calmed you down and told you that you had a protector, Zandrok, to protect you. The future head of the seers... Ha... Very awkward.

After the announcement, you tried to get him to talk, but he only snorted quietly or occasionally stamped his hooves, but he listened to you, and it seemed to him that this was enough to show you his friendliness. Afterward, you could occasionally engage in friendly or casual conversation, and when you gave him a sturdy comb for his hair and beard, he acknowledged you as his friend.

You sigh heavily, feeling Zandrok gently stroke your head, continuing to snort in displeasure, unhappy with the fact that the aristocrats were in the temple longer than they were supposed to.