Splintered Light, Chapter 1.3: Facing the Moonrise
The prong horn let out a sigh and descended the set of stairs, putting himself on an even deck with the approaching foreman. "what is it, mr. zuider?"
The Lead Crown: Ch 2a, League of Leaves (Pt 3)
"my name is tobias severna." the prong horn announced, "my current studies involve the lands north east of lehsunia, and the tribes that live there."
Splintered Light, Ch 2.4: Unforeseen Circumstances
The prong horn was far too distant to hear the discussion but the dog was motioning toward mid-ship and pointing downward.
That Healing Touch
Usually the prong horn was far more content to be on the road than chained to his work at his desk, but he couldn't help but appreciate the calm silence of the orderly room.
The Lead Crown: Ch 7b, Fallen Idols (Pt 2)
The prong horn paused, "is it that obvious?" the monk chuckled warmly, "i have noticed the more stressful the occasion the more you do tend to ramble." tobias' rotating of his broken horn came to an end, "i was rambling?"
The Lead Crown: Ch 3a, "By the Spirits" (Pt 3)
The prong horn, however, seemed suddenly transfixed on having the question about the two-souls answered as well and, despite his continued cough, urged professor blackburn to explain exactly that.
The Lead Crown: Ch 2a, League of Leaves (Pt 4)
"_there is a word in my native tongue called_ 'pragmatism'." the prong horn stated. "prag-muh-tizz-em." the _gift-of-the-earth_ slowly sounded it out, _"it is not a simple word."_ he added. _"and the idea behind it isn't exactly simple either.
The Lead Crown: Ch 8.2b, A Dozen 'Tails' Told
Although it was dark, the mouse was almost certain she caught a glint of adoration in the prong horn's eyes... and what, she asked herself was wrong with that?
The Lead Crown: Ch 1a, Flintlocked and Loaded (pt 5)
"right." acknowledged the fox, "our gear..." he moved over to join the prong horn, "but it's in the chest here... not the desk." "he's looking for the keys."
The Lead Crown: Ch 4b, Your Highness (Pt 4)
A prong horn gentleman the wolf recognized as a upu scholar specializing in the tribe lands was also among them.
Splintered Light, Chapter 5.3: At the Captain's Table
The prong horn, who had just finished neatly folding his cloth napkin looked up to the captain. "spending the same amount of time in the brig so he can calm down.
That Healing Touch
Usually the prong horn was far more content to be on the road than chained to his work at his desk, but he couldn't help but appreciate the calm silence of the orderly room.