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Storm watches you approach silently. Audits pricked t'wards you, pools surveying you wit' their gentle intelligence. 'He' dips his crania' in both greetin's and respect. "Greetings, my name is Storm, and I alone, always know the current Prince of the Brumbies. Wit' a few dancing steps 'he' leads you to a high rocky tor, which overlooks the land. A wise nod of his crania' and he proceeds. "If you wish to know whom the Prince is, all you have to do is ask...."

Prince of the Brumbies
Say La Vie

Past Princes
Thowra
Balto
Twist Of Fate